1 Thus we commemorate the day,
On which our dearest Lord was slain;
Thus we our pious homage pay,
Till he appears on earth again.
2 Come, great Redeemer, open wide
The curtains of the parting sky;
On a bright cloud in triumph ride,
And on th wind's swift pinions fly.
3 Come, King of kings, with thy bright train,
Cherubs, and seraphs, heavenly hosts;
Assume thy right, enlarge thy reign,
As far as earth extends her coasts.
4 Come, Lord, and where thy cross once stood,
There plant thy banner, fix thy throne;
Subdue the rebels by thy word,
And claim the nations for thy own.
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First Line: | Thus we commemorate the day |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1825 |