Wesley Corpus

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 th' Almighty Lord appear, Appear on thine eternal throne! "The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen." Rev. xxii. 21. Jesus, thou dear redeeming Lord The kingdom of thy peace restor'd Let all thy followers perceive, And happy in thy Spirit live, Retain the grace with thee bestow'd The favour, and the power of God. Give all thy saints to find in thee The fulness of the deity, His nature, life, and mind to prove In perfect holiness and love; Fountain of grace thyself make known, With God and man forever one. Still with and in thy people dwell, Thy gracious plenitude reveal, Till coming with thy heavenly train We eye to eye behold the man, And share thy majesty divine, And mount our thrones incircling thine.