Lo! He comes, with clouds descending! Hark! the trump of God is blown

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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!

Verse 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.