Arise, O King of grace, arise

1 Arise, O King of grace, arise,
And enter to thy rest:
Lo thy Church waits with longing eyes
Thus to be owned and blessed.

2 Enter with all thy glorious train,
Thy Spirit and thy Word;
All that the ark did once contain
Could no such grace afford.

3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows,
Here let thy praise be spread;
Bless the provisions of thy house,
And fill thy poor with bread.

4 Here let the Son of David reign,
Let God's Anointed shine;
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and power divine.

5 Here let him hold a lasting throne;
And as his kingdom grows,
Fresh honors shall adorn his crown,
And shame confound his foes.

The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791