Hymn 67

Melody
  1. “Come, Lord Jesus! Maranatha!”
    pray the Spirit and the Bride.
    Come upon the clouds of heaven
    with your angels at your side.
    Maranatha! Come, Lord Jesus!
    Evermore with us abide.

  2. Come, O Lord, with pow’r and glory
    and descend before our eyes
    when the sounding of the trumpet
    shall re-echo through the skies
    and the voice of your archangel
    shall command the dead to rise.

  3. When the sky is rent asunder
    and your face we shall behold,
    when to every tongue and nation
    you your judgment will unfold,
    death will be completely vanquished,
    as your holy Word foretold.

  4. Call the dead! Let them bear witness
    to your rule, O Lord renowned.
    Call those once forced into silence,
    those who once were judged unsound.
    Lift up all who were downtrodden;
    let them be with honour crowned.

  5. When the tombs at last break open
    and the throngs from far and near,
    gath’ring in your holy city,
    in your festal hall appear,
    Lord, let us then not be missing,
    though we’re often tardy here.

  6. Then let your refining Spirit
    us with flaming zeal endue.
    May we wait with eager longing
    for your promise to come true
    when you, Lord, with fire from heaven
    all creation will renew.

  7. No one knows the day or moment
    when the Bridegroom shall appear.
    Let us then be ever watchful;
    may our lamps be bright and clear.
    Maranatha! Come, Lord Jesus!
    Your great day is drawing near.