1 Behold, He comes, the Savior comes,
Dressed in His bright array;
Awake, ye saints, and burst your tombs,
And view the glorious day.

2 He comes, attended from on high
With thousands, through the skies,
His glory shines; and every eye
Shall see Him with surprise.

3 Lo, in the clouds the Judge descends
With His illustrious train;
He severs sinners from His friends,
And dooms to endless pain.

4 He comes to make His justice known,
To vindicate His word:
The guilty view Him on His throne,
And wail before the Lord.

5 Till now they never sought His face.
Nor wept for sin before:
O how tremendous is their case!
They weep to laugh no more.

6 Once they despised His glorious name,
And set at naught His worth;
But now they feel, with bitter shame,
His fierce, vindictive wrath.

7 They now behold the saints rejoice,
And mount above the skies;
These praise the Lamb, with cheerful voice,
And triumph as they rise.

8 Yes, and my soul shall bear her part
In their melodious song,
My Savior’s grace shall tune my heart,
His love inspire my tongue.