He Comes
He comes! He comes with trumpet sound,
To wake the slumb�ring nations �round;
His pard�ning love no more is found�
He comes! He comes!
The dead in Christ shall then arise,
To meet their Savior in the skies,
No more a bleeding sacrifice�
He comes! He comes!
He comes no more in priestly dress;
Each eye shall see, each tongue confess;
To judge the world in righteousness
He comes! He comes!
The earth shall melt, the mountains quake,
The sea shall roar, the heavens shake,
The trumpet sounds, the dead awake�
He comes! He comes!
Dear sinners, what will be your fate?
The cry will be, �Too late, too late!
To enter in at heaven�s gate!�
He comes! He comes!
�Let rocks and mountains on us fall,�
In vain at mercy�s door they call;
Now doomed to swift destruction all�
He comes! He comes!
His loved, His own all hear His voice,
Obey His call, in Him rejoice;
The way of life has been their choice;
He comes! He comes!
Now to those mansions fair and bright
They take their everlasting flight;
There they shall walk with Him in white�
He comes! He comes!
Behold, what wonder greets mine eye�
Ten thousand angels in the sky!
The end has come, destruction�s nigh,
He comes! He comes!
Oh, fearful scene! creation groans,
While loud above the trumpet tones
What peals of joy! What piercing moans!
He comes! He comes!
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