Christ's Second Advent

Verse 1

The Lord will come! the earth shall quake; The hills their fixed seat forsake, And with'ring from the vault of night, The stars withdraw their feeble light.

Verse 2

The Lord will come! but not the same As once in lowly form he came, A silent Lamb to slaughter led, The bruised, the suff'ring, and the dead.

Verse 3

The Lord shall come! in dreadful form, With wreath of flame and robe of storm, On cherub-wings, and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of human-kind.

Verse 4

Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain! Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain! But faith, victorious o'er the tomb, Shall sing for joy, The Lord has come!