The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

Come, Thou everlasting Son,
Jesus, King of saints, appear;
On the great refulgent throne,
Manifest Thy Godhead here!
Lord of the new earth and skies,
Crown the venerable train;
Bid that final empire rise,
Present with Thine ancients reign.

Bridegroom of Thy church appear
Swift descending on the sky,

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Thy own mind's Interpreter
Hear in Thy own members cry,
Banish'd from Thy face we mourn,
Cannot in Thine absence rest:
Bless us, Lord, with Thy return,
O receive us to Thy breast.

Hast Thou not prepared the place,
Fitted up the house for me;
Me, and all the dear-bought race,
All who cleave by faith to Thee?
Are we not Thy flesh and bone,
Born out of our Husband's side?
Come, and claim us for Thine own,
Quickly come to fetch Thy bride!

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[Come, Thou everlasting Son]