'Tis He! 'Tis He! The Son Of God!

Verse 1

’Tis he! ’tis he! The Son of God! He sends his awesome voice abroad: Let Earth her Lord revere! With throngs of saints behold Him come; The world before her judge is dumb And waits her doom to hear.

Verse 2

He calls to Heav'n, he calls to Earth; The nations from their tombs come forth And meet before His face. "Approach, ye, first," the Savior cries, "Whose boast is in my sacrifice, And covenant of grace."

Verse 3

"My people, hear! Your God will speak: No empty rites and forms I seek, No specious act or word: Mine eye is on the heart within, And there the service must begin That satisfies the Lord."

Verse 4

"Where secret wickedness I see The fawning lip or bending knee Will draw my scorn and hate!" Lord, on our souls this truth impress, And make us all that we profess, Ere yet it be too late!