The Christian rejoicing in the Views of Death and Judgment. Rev. xxii. 20

"Behold I come, (the Saviour cries) "On Wings of Love I fly" So come, Dear Lord, (my Soul replies) And bring Salvation nigh.

Come, loose these Bonds of Flesh and Sin; Come, end my Pains and Cares; Bear me to thy serene Abode Beyond the Clouds and Stars.

I greet the Messengers of Death, By which Thou call'st me Home; But doubly greet that joyful Hour, When Thou thyself shalt come.

Come, plead thy Father's injur'd Cause, And make thy Glory shine; Come, rouse thy Servants mould'ring Dust, And their whole Frame refine.

O come amidst th' Angelick Hosts Their humble Name to own; And bear the full Assembly back To dwell around thy Throne.

With winged Speed, Redeemer dear, Bring on th' illustrious Day: Come, lest our Spirits droop and faint Beneath thy long Delay.