Lo He Comes With Clouds Descending

Lo! he comes, with clouds descending,

once for our salvation slain;

thousand thousand saints attending

swell the triumph of his train:

Alleluia! alleluia! alleluia!

Christ the Lord returns to reign.

Every eye shall now behold him,

robed in dreadful majesty;

those who set at nought and sold him,

pierced, and nailed him to the tree,

deeply wailing, deeply wailing, deeply wailing,

shall the true Messiah see.

Those dear tokens of his passion

still his dazzling body bears,

cause of endless exultation

to his ransomed worshipers;

with what rapture, with what rapture, with what rapture

gaze we on those glorious scars!

Now redemption, long expected,

see in solemn pomp appear;

all his saints, by man rejected,

now shall meet him in the air:

Alleluia! alleluia! alleluia!

See the day of God appear!

Yea, amen! let all adore thee,

high on thine eternal throne;

Savior, take the power and glory;

claim the kingdom for thine own:

Alleluia! alleluia! alleluia!

Thou shalt reign, and thou alone.