Looking for Our Lord and Savior

Looking for our Lord and Sav­ior

Coming on the clouds of Heav’n

Clad in pow­er and shin­ing glo­ry

Come to end the reign of sin.

Long fore­told by pro­phets

seers:

First the tri­bu­la­tion ends

Then the sun and moon will dark­en

And the stars shall fall from Heav’n.

All the heav­ens’ pow­ers are shak­en

And ap­pears the sign on high

That the Son of Man

re­turn­ing

Once again to earth draws nigh.

All the tribes of earth now mourn­ing

As they hear the trum­pet blast

And they look on Him they pierc­èd

Weeping bit­ter tears at last.

First He sends His reap­er an­gels

To up­root and bind the weeds

Set in bun­dles for the fur­nace

As be­fits their ev­il deeds.

Sown by Sa­tan’s ev­il mal­ice

Children of the wick­ed one

They refused to bend the knee

And to bow to God’s own Son.

Then shall all the righ­teous shine forth

In their Fa­ther’s king­dom grand;

See them gathered from the four winds

And the earth’s re­mot­est land

His elect from ev­ery na­tion

All the saints Heav’n’s bor­ders hold

All the child­ren of the king­dom

Gathered to the Shep­herd’s fold.

So He sev­ers just from wick­ed

Rebels casts in­to the fire;

From the fur­nace hear the wail­ing

Gnashing teeth upon the pyre.

All with ears

now hear the les­son:

Day and hour

no one knows;

So be rea­dy for the har­vest

Be the wheat that gold­en grows.