1 Lo, He comes with clouds descending,
Once for our salvation slain;
Thousand angel-hosts 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,
Deeply wailing, deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.
3 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.
4 Yea, Amen; let all adore Thee,
High on Thy 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|
|Title:||Lo, He comes with clouds descending|
|Author:||C. Wesley (1760)|
|Author:||J. Cennick (1752)|
|Topic:||Triumph of Christ|
|Notes:||Tune name in index: REDHEAD|
|Name:||[Lo, He comes with clouds descending]|