CCXL. THE SAME.
Hymn 50.
[Come, Lord, with Thy disciples sit]
Come, Lord, with Thy disciples sit,
Assembled in Thy name,
And let us kiss Thy bleeding feet,
And let us love the Lamb.
Is this the time, say, Jesu, say
Wilt Thou, O Lord, restore
The kingdom to our souls to-day,
And bid us sin no more?
Now wilt Thou make an end of sin,
The kingdom of Thy peace
The joy unspeakable bring in,
The' eternal righteousness?
We wait till Thou the gift impart,
The unction from above:
Come quickly, Lord, in every heart
Set up Thy throne of love.
Or, (for it is not ours to know
The times by God assign'd,)
Give us till Thou Thyself bestow,
An humble patient mind.
Thee let us praise with one accord,
And in Thy temple stay,
Wait for the coming of our Lord,
And without ceasing pray:
Still at Jerusalem abide
In prospect of Thy peace,
Till Thou shalt in our hearts reside
And sin for ever cease.
Give, when Thou wilt, the blessing give,
The kingdom from above,
But let us all at last receive
The power of perfect love.
