1. The Lord will come and not be slow,
His footsteps cannot err;
Before Him righteouness shall go,
His royal harbinger.
Truth from the earth, like to a flower,
Shall bud and blossom then;
And justice from her heavenly bower,
Look down on mortal men.
2. Surely to such as do Him fear
Salvation is at hand!
And glory shall ere long appear
To dwell within our land.
Rise, God, judge thou the earth in might,
This wicked earth redress;
For thou art He who shall by right
The nations all possess.
3. The nations all whom thou hast made
Shall come, and all shall frame
To bow them low before thee, Lord,
And glorify thy name.
For great thou art, and wonders great
By thy strong hand are done:
Thou in thy everlasting seat
Remainest God alone.
|First Line:||The Lord will come and not be slow|
|Title:||The Lord Will Come|
|Author:||John Milton, 1608-1674|
|Scripture:||Psalm 85; Psalm 82; Psalm 86|
|Name:||OLD HUNDRED AND SEVENTH|
|Composer:||Claude Goudimel, c. 1505-1572|
|Key:||d minor or modal|