Behold
the Savior comes with clouds;
Lo
He comes! Lo
He comes!
Around Him throng angelic crowds;
Now every eye the King shall see
Who groaned and died on Calvary
While sinners wail in agony
When He comes
when He comes.
He who for us the cross did bear
His many diadems to wear;
Oh
while His foes grow pale with fear
May I rejoice to see Him near
And rise to meet Him in the air
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