He Comes, the Royal Conqueror Comes

He comes; the roy­al Con­quer­or comes;

His le­gions fill the sky;

Angelic trum­pets rend the tombs

And loud pro­claim Him nigh.

Ye re­bel hosts

how vain your rage

Against this sov­er­eign Lord!

What mad­ness bears you on t’en­gage

The ter­rors of His sword?

Bring forth

He cries

those sons of pride

That scorned My gen­tle sway

To prove the arm they once de­fied

Omnipotent to slay.

Tremendous scene of wrath di­vine!

How wide the ven­geance spreads!

His point­ed darts of light­ning shine

Round their de­fense­less heads.

Now let the re­bels seek that face

From which they can­not flee!

And thou

my soul

ad­ore the grace

That sweet­ly con­quered thee.