(Isa.32:1)

Earth soon shall have a reigning King
Who shall to it rich blessing bring;
He'll rule with power and righteousness,
And banish all man's wickedness.

He'll make the desert bloom and sing,
And take away the serpent's sting;
He'll make the lion feed on straw-
Its thirst for blood He shall withdraw.

He'll lift the curse from off the earth,
And bring about its second birth;
Hell banish Satan from his throne,
And take earth's kingdoms as His own.

Now, heavenly glory crowns His brow,
Then, earth before His throne shall bow;
As all up there before Him fall,
So earth shall crown Him Lord of all.

All creatures-whether foe or friend-
Submissive to His will shall bend;
His ruling power shall reach as far
As space admits, or shines a star.

Oh, come, Thou mighty "King of Peace,"
And bid earth's woes and sorrows cease!
The universe has none but Thee
To lift the curse, and set earth free!

Come down, O Lord, and renovate,
And bring about that glorious state,
That prophets echoed in our ears
Should come within the roll of years.

While Thou art gone the demons strive
In league with man to make sin thrive,
Sin spreads and grows in every form,
And wilder roars the devil's storm.

Oh, come, and speak Thy "Peace be still!"
Creation then shall do Thy will:
The suffering world, th' "exiled race,"
Must groan till Thou dost take Thy place.

Thy saints, Lord, too, are sore distressed,
And long for Thine own hallowed rest.
Come, Lord, and take Thy crown and throne,
And reign supreme o'er every zone.

We gaze, O Lord, with anxious eyes
Into those deep and silent skies;
We know from yonder radiant dome
Thou soon wilt come to waft us home.

We long, O Lord, Thy face to see,
And find our endless joys with Thee-
Grant us with fervent love to wait
Until we pass the "rapture" gate.

C. C. Crowston