Hasten, Lord, the Glorious Time

Hasten

Lord

the glo­ri­ous time

When

be­neath Mes­si­ah’s sway

Every na­tion

ev­ery clime

Shall the Gos­pel call ob­ey.

Mightiest kings His pow­er shall own

Heathen tribes His name ad­ore;

Satan and his host o’er­thrown

Bound in chains

shall hurt no more.

As when soft and gen­tle show­ers

Fall upon the thirs­ty plain

Springing grass and bloom­ing flow­ers

Clothe the wil­der­ness again;

So Thy Spir­it shall des­cend

Softening ev­ery sto­ny heart

And its sweet­est in­flu­ence lend

All that’s love­ly to impart.

Then shall wars and tu­mults cease

Then be ban­ished grief and pain

Righteousness and joy and peace

Undisturbed shall ev­er reign.

Bless we

then

our gra­cious Lord

Ever praise His glo­ri­ous name;

All His migh­ty acts re­cord;

All His won­drous love pro­claim.