Hymn Selection

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6.4.6.4.6.4.6.4.


1
COME, Prince of Peace, for now
The sands are run!
The root of David Thou,
Yet David's Son;
Man of the Father's choice,
Faithful and tried.
"Come!" saith the Spirit's voice,
"Come!" saith the bride.
2
To Him who sits above,
Far over all,
Rises the voice of love,
That eager call
From the vast desert dry,
Here where He died:
"Come!" 'tis the Spirit's cry,
"Come!" saith the bride.
3
Darkness is o'er in part,
Clouds pass away.
Shine on the longing heart,
Bright Star of Day,
Calling Thy spouse on high,
Close to Thy side!
"Come!" 'tis the Spirit's cry,
"Come!" saith the bride.

E.L. Bevir

Tunes for this hymn:

"Wherefore encourage one another, and build up each one the other, even as also ye do."