He Comes! He Comes! To Judge the World

He comes! He comes! to judge the world

Aloud th’arch­an­gel cries!

While thun­ders roll from pole to pole

And light­nings cleave the skies.

Th’af­fright­ed na­tions hear the sound

And up­ward lift their eyes;

The slum­ber­ing ten­ants of the ground

In liv­ing ar­mies rise.

Amid the shouts of nu­mer­ous friends

Of hosts di­vin­ely bright

The Judge in so­lemn pomp des­cends

Arrayed in robes of light.

His head and hairs are white as snow

His eyes a fie­ry flame

A ra­di­ant crown adorns His brow

And Je­sus is His name.

Writ on His thigh His name ap­pears

And scars His vic­to­ries tell:

Lo! in His hand the Con­quer­or bears

The keys of death and hell.

So He as­cends the judg­ment seat

And

at His dread com­mand

Myriads of crea­tures round His feet

In so­lemn si­lence stand.

Princes and pea­sants here ex­pect

Their last

their right­eous doom;

The men who dared His grace re­ject

And they who dared pre­sume.

Depart

ye sons of vice and sin

The in­jured Je­sus cries!

While the long kind­ling wrath with­in

Flashes from both His eyes.

And now

in words di­vine­ly sweet

With rap­ture in His face

Aloud His sac­red lips re­peat

The sen­tence of His grace:

Well done

my good and faith­ful sons

The child­ren of My love!

Receive the scep­ters

crowns and thrones

Prepared for you above.