Lord of Hosts, We Bow Before Thee

Lord of hosts

we bow be­fore Thee

The pro­phet­ic word re­ceive

Now our pros­trate souls ad­ore Thee

Now we trem­ble

and be­lieve:

Thou the pro­mised sign hast giv­en—

O that all might un­der­stand!

I will shake the earth and Heav­en;

I will shake the sea and land.

Wars

and plagues

and great dis­tress­es

The tre­men­dous day fore­run;

Earthquakes felt in di­vers plac­es

Show the lat­ter times be­gun;

Want and na­tion­al con­fu­sion

Boding grief

and pan­ic

fear

Mark the times of res­ti­tu­tion

Speak the great Re­stor­er near.

Never can Thy word be brok­en

Though the world shall pass away;

Quickened by ano­ther to­ken

Lord

we wait to see Thy day

Big with ear­nest ex­pec­ta­tion

Swells our heart to make Thee room

Come

de­sire of ev­ery nation

To Thy hum­an tem­ple come!

Bring the king­dom of Thy Spir­it

Joy

and right­eous­ness

and peace;

Purchased by Thy dy­ing mer­it

Every child of man pos­sess;

Come to us

who lang­uish for Thee

Us

who long Thy face to see

Fill the lat­ter house with glo­ry

Then re­ceive us up to Thee.