The Lord Will Come and Not Be Slow

The Lord will come and not be slow;

His foot­steps ca­nnot err;

Before Him right­eous­ness shall go

His roy­al har­bin­ger.

Mercy and truth

that long were missed

Now joy­ful­ly are met;

Sweet peace and right­eous­ness have kissed

And hand in hand are set.

Rise

God

judge Thou the earth in might

This wick­ed earth re­dress;

For Thou art He who shalt by right

The na­tions all pos­sess.

The na­tions all whom Thou hast made

Shall come

and all shall frame

To bow them low be­fore Thee

Lord!

And glo­ri­fy Thy name!

Truth from the earth

like to a flow­er

Shall bud and blos­som then

And jus­tice

from her heav’n­ly bow­er

Look down on mor­tal men.

Thee will I praise

O Lord

my God!

Thee hon­or and ad­ore

With my whole heart; and blaze abroad

Thy name for­ev­er­more!