You will come, Jesus, on a horse
white and strong, with mighty hooves.
Above the sky, stilled by Your call,
the world will experience Your Holiness.
Behind You, on white steeds,
the Faithful Saints will follow.
But Your enemy, bowing low,
will sink into the depths of despair.
Grant me Your Faith and Sword!
To be a knight from Your retinue!
And my spirit, boundless and far,
will soar up high alongside You.
Right to Your Throne—up in Zion!
Right to the gates, pearl-white!
I will come, Jesus, on a horse
with a gentle mane from Sacred commands!
Stefan Glavchev
(I kneel before You)
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