“COME, LORD JESUS”

 

Lord Jesus come—Thy saints are calling Thee,

They call from hearts bereft—and solit’ry;

Just waiting orphans here where Thou hast died,

Who in Thy love are seeking to abide.

Lord Jesus come—Thou blessed Son of God,

Whose grace sustains us here with heavenly food;

In love Thou gav’st Thyself—our hearts to win,

And free us from the power and guilt of sin.

Lord Jesus come—rise up as one from sleep,

Scatter Thy foes who dare molest Thy sheep;

They hear Thy voice—no stranger do they know,

But follow Thee in all Thy path below.

Lord Jesus come—Thy path it upward leads

Out from this world where men in direst needs

Will soon be left to meet dark judgment day,

And righteousness assert its rightful sway.

Lord Jesus come—’tis ‘whosoever will’,

Thy hands outstretched in grace to save and fill

Repenting ones who come and call to Thee,

And from this evil world and judgment flee.

Lord Jesus come—Thy name be glorified—

Thyself pre-eminent where Thou hast died;

Thy majesty to reign from sea to sea,

And men in blest relationship with Thee.

Lord Jesus come—Amen—Yea quickly come

And raise Thy sleeping saints and take us home

To that blest place in love by Thee prepared

For all Thine own, redeemed, in rapture shared.

 

MOTUEKA NZ

August 1978