1 Hasten O Lord the latter day,
When grace shall reign alone;
And all the nations of the world,
Shall bow before thy throne.

2 Then shall pure converts crowd thy gates,
Press to the gospel sound;
And grace eternal sweetly shine,
To ravish all around.

3 Then shall the watchmen of the Lamb,
Raise the dear cross on high;
And from a clear refulgent light,
Shall all see eye to eye.

4 Now shall the glorious gospel fly,
To sound the Saviour forth;
And faith, and love, and joys divine,
Shall run through all the earth.

5 Then war shall cease, and wrath subside,
And peace immortal flow;
And saints unite in joy and peace,
And glory reign below.

6 Lord, we would bless thee for a ray,
Of such triumphant grace,
That leads to everlasting day,
And pure eternal bliss.