See Your Exalted Lord

See your ex­alt­ed Lord

Once num­bered with the dead;

A scep­ter now ad­orns His hand

A roy­al crown His head.

To Him the heav’n­ly hosts

Their hum­ble trib­ute bring

And with ten thou­sand thou­sand tongues

His end­less glo­ries sing.

Lo

He again des­cends

In aw­ful ma­jes­ty;

Angels and saints

a splen­did train

Attend Him from the sky.

The world He comes to judge

In truth and right­eous­ness;

Ye sin­ners

trem­ble at His wrath

Ye saints

ad­ore His grace.