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[Come, King of saints, so long conceal'd]

Come, King of saints, so long conceal'd,
In majesty Divine reveal'd
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,
Fulfil Thy largest promises,
For which the bride and Spirit groan:
Thy groan in all Thy creatures hear,
And now the' almighty Lord appear,
Appear on Thine eternal throne!