1 Lo! He comes with clouds descending,
Once for favored sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending
Swell the triumph of his train:
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Christ the Lord returns to reign.

2 Every eye shall now behold him
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at naught and sold him,
Pierced and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing, deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see!

3 Those blest tokens of his passion,
Glorified, his body bears,
Cause of endless adoration
By his ransomed worshipers.
With what rapture, with what rapture
Gaze we on those glorious scars!

4 Yea, Amen! Let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne;
Savior, take the power and glory;
Claim the Kingdom for thine own.
O come quickly! O come quickly!
Alleluia! Come, Lord, come!