1 "Come, Lord Je­sus!" pil­grim, pray,
Incense of­fer day by day;
May the Lord in­spire this pray­er
In His mem­bers ev­ery­where—
"Come and ga­ther all Thine own;
Come and take Thy pro­mised throne."

2 With de­sire our spir­its burn
For Thy glor­ious re­turn.
As we know when sum­mer’s near,
So we know when Thou’lt ap­pear.
Come and ga­ther all Thine own;
Come and take Thy glor­ious throne.

3 Hear cre­ation’s plead­ing groan—
Earth’s sin-strick­en, cease­less moan.
O, Thou eve­r bless­èd King,
Thou alone canst heal­ing bring.
Haste, Be­lov­èd! come again
Come in right­eous­ness to reign.