On Spreading Clouds, the Judge Supreme

On spread­ing clouds

the Judge su­preme

Comes fly­ing all abroad;

Mountains and rocks and seas pro­claim

The pre­sence of their God.

Ten thous­and spir­its near His throne

In hum­ble forms ad­ore;

While na­tions sink be­neath His frown

Or trem­ble at His pow­er.

Now He ap­pears in ma­jes­ty

And draws His flam­ing sword;

See guil­ty hearts in ter­ror fly

Before their sov­er­eign Lord.

Rejoice

ye saints

this migh­ty One

Is your un­fail­ing friend;

That arm which casts the re­bel down

The right­eous shall de­fend.