1 The Lord will come and not be slow;
His footsteps cannot err;
Before him righteousness shall go,
His royal harbinger.
To those who name his name in fear,
Salvation is at hand!
And soon his glory shall appear
And dwell within our land.

2 Then truth shall brighten ev'ry eye
Like flowers fresh unfurled;
And justice, firmly throned on high,
Shall reign throughout the world.
O Lord, who made both great and small
By power measureless,
Arise and come as judge of all;
Our wicked ways redress.

3 Then all the lands which you have made
Shall come and bend the knee
And, bowing low before their Lord,
Confess your sovereignty.
For greatness, Lord, is yours alone,
And, by your mighty hand,
The rule established by your throne
Forevermore shall stand.