Berean Christadelphian Hymns

H94

SONG NUMBER H94

 Lord Jesus, come; for here
Our paths through wilds are laid:
We watch as for the dayspring near,
Amid the breaking shade.

Lord Jesus, come; for hosts
Meet on the battleplain:
The captive mourns, the tyrant boasts,
And tears are shed like rain.

Lord Jesus, come; for still
Vice shouts her empty mirth,
The famished crave in vain their fill,
While teems the fruitful earth.

Hark! herald voices near
Lead on Thy happier day:
Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear;
We wait to strew the way.

Come, as in days of old,
With words of life and power:
Gather us all within Thy fold,
Reveal the happy hour.


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