Lo, He, on Whom All Power Is Laid

Lo

He

on whom all pow­er is laid

Who sits at God’s right hand on high

To judge the liv­ing and the dead

In pow­er and glo­ry draw­eth nigh.

Awake

ye care­less souls

awake

And trem­ble

ye sin­ners

at His ire

When on a guil­ty world shall break

The Lord re­vealed in flam­ing fire.

Ye saints who watch and wait shall see

That morn­ing dawn in glo­ry bright;

Your king shall come to set you free

And crown you then with life and light.

His peo­ple

with a migh­ty hand

He from earth’s con­flicts then shall bring

To dwell with­in their fa­ther­land

Where hal­le­lu­jahs they shall sing.

Ye saints

awake

make haste to meet

The ho­ly Bride­groom with His train;

So shall we wor­ship at His feet

So shall we in His king­dom reign.