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P. M.
We look for thine appearing.
Come, O thou mighty Saviour,
We look for thine appearing;
Descend, we pray,
Thy love display,
Our waiting spirits cheering.
2 Come, clothed with glorious power;
Let all thy saints adore thee,
And let thy word,
The Spirit’s sword,
Subdue thy foes before thee.
3 May every heart with gladness,
Thine offered grace receiving,
Now cease from sin,
And pure within,
Have peace, in thee believing.
4 Then, when thou comest to judgment,
On flying clouds descending,
May we rejoice
When, at thy voice,
The solid earth is rending.
Palmer.