The Stennetts of England - Samuel Stennett D.D. - Hymn Poems

He comes! he comes! to judge the world

He comes! he comes! to judge the world,
Aloud the archangel cries;
While thunders cleave the skies,
And upward lift their eyes;
The slumbering tenants of the ground
in living armies rise.

Amid the shouts of numerous friends,
Of hosts divinely bright,
The Judge in solemn pomp descends,
arrayed in robes of light;
His head and hair are white as snow,
His eyes a fiery flame,
A radiant crown adorns his brow,
And Jesus is his name.

Writ on his thigh his name appears,
And scars his vict'ricss tell;
Lo! in his hand the conqueror bears
The keys of death and hell:
So he ascends the judgment-seat,
And at his dread command,
Myriads of creatures round his feet
In solemn stand.

Princes and peasants here expect
There last,their righteous doom
The men who dared his grace reject,
And the dared presume.
"Depart, ye sons of vice and sin,"
The injured Jesus cries
While the long kindling wrath within
Flashes from both eyes.

And now in words divinely sweet,
with rapture in his face,
Aloud his sacred lips repeat
The sentence of his grace:
"Well done, my good and faithful sons,
The children of my love,
Receive the sceptres, crowns and thrones
Prepared for you above."

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