1 Lo! he comes, with clouds descending,
Once for favored sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints, attending,
Swell the triumph of his train:
Hallelujah!
Jesus shall for ever 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,
Shall the true Messiah see.
3 When the solemn trump has sounded,
Heaven and earth shall flee away;
All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the summons of that day--
Come to judgment!
Come to judgment--come away!
4 Now the Saviour, long expected,
See, in solemn pomp, appear;
All his saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet him in the air:
Hallelujah!
See the day of God appear.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #922
First Line: | Lo! He comes, with clouds descending! Hark! the trump of God is blown |
Author: | Thomas Olivers |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Notes: | Swahili translation: See "Atashuka na mawingu" |
Copyright: | Public Domain |