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SEE the ransomed millions stand,
   Palms of conquest in their hand;
This before the throne their strain,
‘Hell is vanquished, death is slain;
Blessing, honour, glory, might,
Are the Conqueror’s native right;
Thrones and powers before Him fall;
Lamb of God, and Lord of all!’
2  Hasten, Lord! the promised hour;
Come in glory and in power;
Still Thy foes are unsubdued;
Nature sighs to be renewed.
Time has nearly reached its sum,
All things with Thy bride say, ‘Come.’
Jesus, Whom all worlds adore,
Come, and reign for evermore!
Josiah Conder, 1789-1855