The Lord Shall Come

The Lord shall come; at that great day

The heav­ens

like smoke

shall pass away;

And earth

by pe­nal flames de­stroyed

Shall melt in­to the migh­ty void.

The Lord shall come; but not the same

As once in low­li­ness He came

To dwell with sin­ful man be­low

In weak­ness

po­ver­ty

and woe;

No

when He comes the se­cond time

Enthroned in ma­jes­ty sub­lime

Unnumbered hosts His praise shall sing

And hail the uni­vers­al King.

O

then shall guil­ty souls be­gin

To taste the bit­ter­ness of sin;

And vain­ly on the mount­ains call

To hide them from the Judge of all.

Then saints shall lift their wait­ing eyes

And to the heav­en­ly man­sions rise;

Savior

our hearts by grace pre­pare

With them Thy pur­chased bliss to share.