The Stennetts of England - Joseph Stennett - Hymn Poems

Thus we commemorate the day

Thus we commemorate the day
On which our dearest Lord was slain;
Thus we our pious homage pay,
Till he appears on earth again.

Come, dear Lord Jesus, quickly come,
Why slay thy chariot-wheels so long?
Thy church below, thy other home,
Shall welcome thee with many a song.

Come, great redeemer, open wide
The curtains of the parting sky:
On a bright cloud in triumph ride,
And on the wind's swift pinions fly.

Come, king of kings, with thy bright train,
Cherubs and seraphs, heavenly hosts:
Assume thy right, enlarge thy reign
As far as earth extends her coasts.

Come, Lord, disdain not to come down
And rule, where thou wast scorn'd before:
How well that head becomes a crown,
Which cruel thorns so meekly bore!

Come, Lord, and where thy cross once stood,
There plant thy banner, fix thy throne
And stain the ground with rebels blood,
Which once was purpled with thy own.

Come, Lord, what thy weak reed began,
Complete by thy strong iron rod:
Once thou wer't seen a dying man,
Now shew thyself the living God.

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