Behold I come! the Saviour cries
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Behold I come! the Saviour cries,On wings of love I fly;So come, dear Lord, my soul replies,And bring salvation nigh.
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Come, plead thy truth's much-injured cause,And make thy glory shine;Come, vindicate thy righteous lawsWith majesty divine.
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With wingéd speed, Redeemer, dear,Bring on the illustrious day;Let not our hopes give way to fearBeneath thy long delay.