Lo! He Cometh (Blair)

Lo! He com­eth in the clouds of heav­en

Angel hosts at­tend the King of kings;

Rocks are rent and graves asun­der riv­en

Saints arise

and joy His com­ing brings.

Praise Him

praise Him

all ye na­tions

praise Him;

Praise Him

crown Him

crown the King of kings.

Praise Him

praise Him

all ye na­tions

praise Him;

Praise Him

crown Him

crown the King of kings.

Earthly con­quer­ors

howe’er vic­tor­ious

Conquered now by Him who rules alone

Yield their crowns to One more great and glo­ri­ous

For the thrones and king­doms are His own.

See the ci­ty of our God des­cend­ing;

Hark! the voic­es of the heav’n­ly throngs;

Sin and death and hell no more con­tend­ing

Peace to Zi­on ev­er­more be­longs.