1 Lo, he comes, with clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending
Swell the triumph of His train:
Christ, the Lord, returns to reign.
2 Every eye shall now behold him,
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at naught and sold him,
Pierced, and nailed him to the tree,
Shall the true Messiah see.
3 Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven and earth, shall feel away:
All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day;
Come to judgment,
Come to judgment, come away.
4 Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear:
All his saints, by men rejected,
Now shall meet him in the air:
See the day of God appear.
5 Yea, Amen; let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne:
Saviour, take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdoms for thine own:
O come quickly!
Alleluia! Come, Lord, come!
|First Line:||Lo, he comes, with clouds descending|
|Meter:||8s. 7s. 4.|
|Topic:||The Christian Year: Advent|
|Notes:||first rank hymn|