Come, O Thou Mighty Savior

Come

O Thou migh­ty Sav­ior

We look for Thine ap­pear­ing;

Descend

we pray

Thy love dis­play

Our wait­ing spir­its cheer­ing.

Come

clothed with glo­ri­ous pow­er;

Let all thy saints ad­ore Thee

And let Thy Word

the Spir­it’s sword

Subdue Thy foes be­fore Thee.

May ev­ery heart with glad­ness

Thine of­fered grace re­ceiv­ing

Now cease from sin

and

pure with­in

Have peace

in Thee be­liev­ing.

Then when Thou com’st to judg­ment

On fly­ing clouds des­cend­ing

May we re­joice when

at Thy voice

The so­lid earth is rend­ing.