1 Now doth the Truth appear,
Our dear prophetic Lord,
Of what thou didst declare
In thine unerring Word;
The awful Signs, by thee foretold,
Of thine Approach, we now behold.
2 Nations are in Distress,
Striving, by Force and Fraud,
Each other to oppress;
Yet their own Ways applaud:
In divers Places Earthquakes are,
Mens Hearts are failing them for Fear.
3 The Gods of Earth, their Jars
Occasions fierce Debate;
Contests and bloody Wars
Proclaim their mut'al Hate;
Whilst mutt'ring Rumour now declares,
How all the World for War prepares.
4 Redeemer, thou wilt come,
(Those Signs point out thy Way)
To bring thy Children Home,
We wait the glor'ous Day:
'Till then we calmly rest in thee,
From Dread of each ill-boding free.
5 We praise thee, dearest Lord;
Now will we hopeless grieve;
Instructed by thy Word,
Rejoicing we believe,
That all Things work, thro' Jesu's Blood,
Now, and for-ever for our Good.
6 Our dearest Bridegroom lives!
And all our Need supplies;
Himself our Food he gives,
Eat, my Belov'd, he cries:
His Love is our divine Repast!
O! how then can his children fast.
7 If thou art tak'n away,
Lo! then thy Children fast:
But if thou with us stay,
We've a contin'al Feast:
All other Food our Souls despise,
But thee, our Lamb and Sacrifice.
8 We'll fast from all but thee;
Thy Flesh is Meat indeed;
To drink thy Blood we're free:
On this alone we feed!
Pleas'd with this Food, most holy Lamb,
We eat and drink, and bless thy Name.
Source: Christian Hymns, Poems, and Spiritual Songs: sacred to the praise of God our Saviour #I.LXX