Come Klng Of Saints So Long Concealed

Come, King of saints, so long concealed
In majesty divine revealed,
With glorious pomp, and heavenly power!
All things unto Thyself subdue,
Restore, create them all anew,
And reign when time shall be no more.

Shorten the great extreme distress,
Fulfill Thy largest promises,
For which the Bride and Spirit groan:
Thy groan in all Thy creatures hear,
And now th’Almighty Lord appear,
Appear on Thine eternal throne!