Verse 1
Again, Thou Spirit of burning, come,
Thy last great office to fulfil,
To shew the hellish tyrant’s doom,
The hellish tyrant’s doom to seal,
To drive him from thy sacred shrine,
And fill our souls with life divine.
Verse 2
Of judgment now the world convince,
The end of Jesus coming show,
To sentence their usurping prince,
Him, and his works destroy below,
To finish and abolish sin,
And bring the heavenly nature in.
Verse 3
Who gauls the nations with his yoke,
And bruises with an iron rod,
And smites with a continual stroke,
The world’s fierce ruler and its god,
Wilt Thou not, Lord, from earth expel,
And chase the fiend to his own hell?
Verse 4
Yes, Thou shalt soon pronounce his doom,
Who rules in wrath the realms below,
That wicked One reveal, consume,
Avenge the nations of their foe,
In bright, vindictive lightning shine,
And slay him with the Breath Divine.