At last the day of reck­on­ing
Has dawned upon us all;
And found earth’s teem­ing mill­ions
Unfit for Je­sus’ call.

Refrain

He’s com­ing in the cloud!
He’s com­ing in the cloud!
O hear the rum­bling thun­der
And the trum­pets peal­ing loud!
For He’s com­ing in the cloud,
To hum­ble all the proud!
’Tis the fi­nal day of judg­ment,
And He’s coming in the cloud.

The throng of un­be­liev­ers
Who slept be­neath the sod,
Have woke in con­ster­na­tion
To meet the Son of God.

Refrain

The earth is veiled in dark­ness
And quakes from pole to pole;
While flam­ing wrath and ven­geance
Like migh­ty tor­rents roll.

Refrain

The saints with ho­ly rap­ture
Have gone with­out a doubt,
To meet the King of glo­ry
Who com­eth with a shout.

Refrain

Behold Him in His glo­ry,
Encircled by a throng
Of saints and ho­ly an­gels
To roll His praise along.

Refrain

He’s all ablaze with ter­ror;
The light­ning’s in His hand;
Before Him worlds are flee­ing:
O who is able to stand?

Refrain