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1 He comes! he comes! the Judge severe
The seventh trumpet speaks him near;
His lightnings flash, his thunder's roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul!
2 From heav'n angelic voices sound,
See the Almighty Jesus crown'd!
Girt with omnipotence and grace
And glory decks the Saviour's face.
3 Descending on his azure throne,
He claims the kingdoms for his own;
The kingdoms all obey his word,
And hail him their triumphant Lord.
4 Shout all the people of the sky,
And all the saints of the Most High;
Our Lord, who now his right obtains,
For ever and for ever reigns.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | He comes! he comes! the Judge severe |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Awakening and Inviting |
Notes: | Public Domain. |