The Lord Will Come! The Earth Shall Quake

The Lord will come! the earth shall quake

The hills their fix­èd seat for­sake;

And

wi­ther­ing

from the vault of night

The stars with­draw their fee­ble light.

The Lord will come! but not the same

As once in low­ly form He came

A si­lent lamb to slaugh­ter led

The bruis­ed

the suf­fer­ing

and the dead.

The Lord will come! a dread­ful form

With wreath of flame

and robe of storm

On cher­ub wings

and wings of wind

Anointed Judge of hu­man­kind!

Can this be He who wont to stray

A pil­grim on the world’s high­way

By pow­er op­pressed

and mocked by pride?

O God! is this the Cru­ci­fied?

Go

ty­rants! to the rocks comp­lain!

Go

seek the mount­ain’s cleft in vain!

But faith

vic­tor­ious o’er the tomb

Shall sing for joy—the Lord is come!