Yonder, See the Lord Descending

Yonder

see the Lord des­cend­ing

Hark! His cha­ri­ot’s draw­ing near;

Starry worlds be­fore Him rend­ing

Flaming troops do now ap­pear.

Heaven shak­ing

earth is quak­ing

Mountains fly be­fore His face

See the dead their graves for­sak­ing

Nature sink­ing in a blaze.

Now be­hold the shin­ing con­quer­ors

Rising from their dus­ty beds

Fly to meet their bless­èd Sav­ior

Glittering crowns up­on their heads;

Hear them tell their pleas­ing sto­ry

To their smil­ing

love­ly king

Glory

glo­ry

glo­ry

glo­ry

Glory is the song they sing.

Once an in­fant in a man­ger

There the Lord of glo­ry lay;

No place for that lit­tle strang­er

But up­on the ox­en’s hay;

Now He’s crown­èd with a rain­bow

Brighter than a sar­di­us stone;

Now He comes—the Christ­ian sees Him

Seated on His great white throne.