I am the sun thine eye has seen the light
That lighteneth every man in spirit born
I can restore the blind to perfect sight
I am of heaven the crimson breaking morn
Gird on thy strength thy march will need it all
And many round thee hurrying to and fro
Shall stand to hear thy word's prophetic call
The day the day is near proclaim aloud
The day of wrath or joy to all the earth
Behold the ascending cloud (though small appears)
'Tis a sure witness of my second birth
I come and every eye their Lord shall see
And those who scorn and pierce shall bow the knee.