The Lord will come and not be slow,
his footsteps cannot err;
before him righteousness shall go,
his royal harbinger.
Truth from the earth, like to a flower,
shall bud and blossom then;
and justice, from her heavenly bower,
look down on mortal men.
Rise, God, judge thou the earth in might,
this wicked earth redress;
for thou art he who shalt by right
the nations all possess.
The nations all whom thou hast made
shall come, and all shall frame
to bow them low before thee, Lord,
and glorify thy name.
For great thou art, and wonders great
by thy strong hand are done:
thou in thy everlasting seat
remainest God alone.
John Milton, 1648
Read Psalm 82
(Yes, it’s that John Milton. He wrote his hymns and his poems during a time of great political and religious uncertainty in England. It is no wonder then, that he longed for a time when the Lord would come and bring order and justice to the world. As I read his hymn, I find I long for the same thing. We have the same hope Milton did. The Lord will come and not be slow.)