The Lord will come, and not be slow;
His footsteps cannot err;
Before Him righteousness shall go,
His royal harbinger.
Mercy and Truth, that long were missed,
Now joyfully are met;
Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kissed
And hand in hand are set.
The nations, all whom Thou hast made
Shall come, and all shall frame
To bow them low before Thee, Lord,
And glorify Thy name.
Truth from the earth, like to a flower,
Shall bud and blossom then,
And Justice, from her heavenly bower,
Look down on mortal men.
Thee will I praise, O Lord, my God!John Milton
Thee honor and adore
With my whole heart; and blaze abroad
Thy name for evermore!
Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #71.
Note: The hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I make up a title or simply use the first line.
Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2018