4 Arise, O King of Grace, arise, And enter to thy rest! Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes, Thus to be own'd and blest.
5 Enter with all thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and thy word; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford.
6 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, Here let thy praise be spread; Bless the provisions of thy house, And fill thy poor with bread.
7 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's Anointed shine; Justice and truth his court maintain, With love and power divine.
8 Here let him hold a lasting throne; And as his kingdom grows, Fresh honours shall adorn his crown, And shame confound his foes.