COME, LORD by Horatius Bonar

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 25, 1860

COME, LORD.

By Horatius Bonar

Come, Lord, and tarry not; Bring the long-looked-for day; O, why these years of waiting here, These ages of delay?

Come, for creation groans, Impatient of Thy stay; Worn out with these long years of ill, These ages of delay.

Come, for the grave is full, Earth's tombs no more can hold; The sated sepulchres rebel, And groans the heaving mould.

Come, for the corn is ripe; Put in Thy sickle now; Reap the great harvest of the earth;— Sower and reaper Thou.

Come in Thy glorious might; Come with the iron rod; Scattering Thy foes before Thy face, Most mighty Son of God.

Come, spoil the strong man's house; Bind him and cast him hence; Show Thyself stronger than the strong, Thyself Omnipotence.

Come, and make all things new; Build up this ruined earth; Restore our faded paradise, Creation's second birth.

Come, and begin Thy reign Of everlasting peace; Come, take the kingdom to Thyself, Great King of righteousness. [H. Bonar.