Lo! he comes, with clouds descending, Once for favored sinners slain, Thousand thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train! Hallelujah! Jesus now shall ever reign!
2 Every eye shall now behold him, Robed in dreadful majesty; Those who set at naught and sold him, Pierced and nailed him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see.
3 Every island, sea, and mountain, Heaven and earth, shall flee away; All who hate him, must, confounded, Hear the trump proclaim the day, Come to judgment! Come to judgment! come away!
4 Now redemption, long expected, See in solemn pomp appear! All his saints by man rejected, Now shall meet him in the air, Hallelujah! See the day of God appear!
5 Lord, thy Bride says by thy Spirit, Hasten thou the general doom! Promised glory to inherit, Take thy weary pilgrims home! All creation Travails, groans, and bids thee come.
6 Yes—Amen! Let all adore thee, High on thy exalted throne; Saviour, take the power and glory, Claim the kingdoms for thy own! O! come quickly! Hallelujah, come, Lord, come!
1105 P. M. That blessed hope. Titus 2:13.
We wait for thee, all-glorious One; We look for thine appearing; We bear thy name, and on the throne, We see thy presence cheering. Faith even now Uplifts its brow, And sees the Lord descending, And with him bliss unending.
2 We wait for thee, through days forlorn, In patient self-denial; We know that thou our grief hast borne Upon thy cross of trial. And well may we Submit with thee To bear the cross and love it, Until thy hand remove it.
3 We wait for thee; already thou Hast all our heart’s submission; And though the spirit sees thee now, We long for open vision; When ours shall be Sweet rest with thee, And pure, unfading pleasure, And life in endless measure.
4 We wait for thee in certain hope— The time will soon be over; With child-like longing we look up, The glory to discover. O, bliss! to share Thy triumph there, When home with joy and singing, The Lord his saints is bringing!