p. 126 | THY KINGDOM COME

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 10, 1859

"THY KINGDOM COME."

Come Jesus, King of kings, And reign on David's throne; O come, and life eternal bring, And gather Israel home.

Raise Abra'm from the dead, Who did believe thy word; And for his mighty faith was made The friend and heir of God.

Gather his scattered seed From every land and clime; And settle them in very deed In promised Palestine.

We Gentile pilgrims sigh, To be with Israel blessed; The long-sought, promised hour is nigh, Come, give thy people rest.

When pain and sickness seize Upon our mortal frame, We then with heartfelt sorrow grieve, For Christ to come and reign.

We long for sin to cease, Oppression, death and pain; But we shall ne'er have health or peace Till Jesus comes to reign.

Come, great Restorer, come, Cleanse earth from every stain; Cause it, like Eden, yet to bloom; Come, Jesus, come and reign.—Sel.