1 Lo! he comes, with clouds descending,
Once for our salvation slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending
Swell the triumph of his train:
Christ, the Lord, returns to reign.
2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold him,
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at naught and sold him,
Pierced, and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing, deeply wailing
Shall the true Messiah see.
3 Those dear tokens of his passion
Still his dazzling body bears,
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransomed worshipers:
With what rapture, with what rapture,
Gaze we on those glorious scars!
4 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne:
Saviour, take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdoms for thine own:
Thou shalt reign, and Thou alone!
|First Line:||Lo! he comes, with clouds descending|
|Author:||Charles Wesley (1758, alt.)|
|Topic:||Advent; Advent IV: The Holy Communion Closing; Ember Days: Evening Prayer Closing|