The Lord will come and not be slow;
His foot­steps ca­nnot err;
Before Him right­eous­ness shall go,
His roy­al har­bin­ger.

Mercy and truth, that long were missed,
Now joy­ful­ly are met;
Sweet peace and right­eous­ness have kissed,
And hand in hand are set.

Rise, God, judge Thou the earth in might,
This wick­ed earth re­dress;
For Thou art He who shalt by right
The na­tions all pos­sess.

The na­tions all whom Thou hast made
Shall come, and all shall frame
To bow them low be­fore Thee, Lord!
And glo­ri­fy Thy name!

Truth from the earth, like to a flow­er,
Shall bud and blos­som then,
And jus­tice, from her heav’n­ly bow­er,
Look down on mor­tal men.

Thee will I praise, O Lord, my God!
Thee hon­or and ad­ore
With my whole heart; and blaze abroad
Thy name for­ev­er­more!