1 The Lord will come and not be slow,
His footsteps cannot err;
Before Him righteousness shall go,
His royal harbinger.
2 Truth from the earth, like to a flower,
Shall bud and blossom then;
And justice from her heavenly bower
Look down on mortal men.
3 Arise, O God, judge Thou in might,
This wicked world redress;
For Thou art He who shall by right
The nations all possess.
4 The nations all whom Thou hast made
Shall come, and all shall frame
To bow them low before Thee, Lord,
And glorify Thy name.
42 The Lord will come, and not be slow
Words: John Milton Music: William Croft