Jesus, Descend with Glory Crowned

Jesus

des­cend with glo­ry crowned

Make bare Thy migh­ty arm;

Let the arc­han­gel’s trum­pet sound

The dread and loud alarm.

Let the re­bel­lious race ap­pear

Before Thine aw­ful seat

There the de­ci­sive sen­tence hear

Thy just dis­plea­sure meet.

See the whole globe of earth on fire

And towns and for­ests blaze

While those who made them their desire

Are filled with wild am­aze.

Let sin­ners now to mount­ains pray

To rocks for shel­ter fly;

Mountains will shake as well as they

The rocks in frag­ments lie.

But saints the scene with calm­ness view

Now their re­demp­tion’s near;

Their Judge is their Re­deem­er too

Whose love for­bids their fear.