Come, im­mor­tal King of Glo­ry!
Now with all Thy saints ap­pear;
While as­ton­ished worlds adore Thee,
And the dead Thy cla­ri­ons hear.
Shine re­ful­gent,
And Thy de­ity main­tain.

Hail! the world’s adored cre­at­or!
In Thy ra­di­ant ves­ture seen.
Hail! the Lord of life and na­ture!
Hail th’al­migh­ty Na­za­rene!
They who pierced Him,
Every eye shall see Him come.

But how dif­fer­ent the sen­sa­tion!
Saints, with joy and rap­ture filled,
Glow with ho­ly ex­ul­ta­tion,
To re­demp­tion’s glo­ry sealed;
While the wick­ed
Wail His com­ing’s dread de­sign.

Lo! He comes with clouds des­cend­ing:
Hark! the trump of God is blown:
And th’arch­an­gel’s voice at­tend­ing,
Makes the high pro­ces­sion known.
Sons of Ad­am,
Rise, and stand be­fore your God!

Crowns and scep­ters fall be­fore Him,
Kings and con­quer­ors own His sway;
Haughtiest mon­archs now adore Him,
While they see His light­nings play.
How tri­um­phant
Is the world’s Re­deem­er now!

Light prim­ev­al, in its lus­ter,
Doth in Je­su’s as­pect shine;
Blazing co­mets are not fierc­er
Than His eyes of flame di­vine;
Oh! how dread­ful!
Doth the Cru­ci­fied ap­pear!

Hear His voice as migh­ty thun­der,
Sounding in eter­nal roar,
While its ec­ho rends in sun­der
Rocks and mount­ains, sea and shore.
Hark! His ac­cents
Through th’un­fa­thomed deep re­sound!

See His throne of jas­per white­ness,
Throne of jus­tice and of grace,
See Je­ho­vah’s eq­ual bright­ness
Shining in Em­ma­nu­el’s face.
Saints ex­ult­ing,
Shout with joy th’ac­comp­lished pray­er.

Come, Lord Je­sus, O come quick­ly,
Oft has prayed the mourn­ing Bride.
Lo, He an­swers, I come quick­ly.
Who Thy com­ing may abide?
All who loved Him,
All who longed to see His day.

See the aw­ful ex­pec­ta­tion!
See the heav’ns them­selves on fire!
Melting in the con­fla­gra­tion,
See the ele­ments ex­pire
While the trum­pet
Blows around, Ye dead, arise!

Lo! the dead arise, and stand­ing
At their great cre­at­or’s bar:
While the Judge of all com­mand­ing,
Cries, To meet your God pre­pare.
All whose judg­ments
And His way are eq­ual found.

Now the dread­ful vol­umes op­en­ing,
Scenes of va­ri­ous deeds dis­close,
While the Judge pro­claims the sen­tence,
Righteous sen­tence on His foes;
Wrath to sin­ners;
To His saints, the crown of life!

Gather ye His saints to­ge­ther,
Now with Him in judg­ment sit:
See the vile as stub­ble wi­ther,
Ashes now be­neath your feet!
While His ven­geance
Seals their ev­er­last­ing doom.

Hark! the uni­ver­sal groan­ing;
Hark! the cries of guilt and fear:
Hear them each his fate be­moan­ing,
Each the cause be­moan­ing hear.
God no long­er
Patient, mer­ci­ful, or kind.

Come, ye mount­ains, fall up­on us,
Come, ye rocks, our heads con­ceal;
For the day is now come on us,
Day of wrath that burns to hell;
Where the gnaw­ing
Worm of con­science ne­ver dies.

Where no more for them re­main­ing,
Hope no more awaits their call;
But in iron bonds de­tain­ing,
Heav’n’s high jus­tice binds up all;
While His mer­cy
To re­morse­less judg­ment turns.

Lo! the God of all con­tend­ing,
Calls the hea­vens from afar,
Bids, O earth, thy sons, at­tend­ing,
Hear Him, for Him­self, declare!
All His wis­dom,
All His right­eous acts un­fold.

Stop for ev­er all com­plain­ing;
Stop the mouth of mur­mur­ing pride.
Fools no more their God dis­dain­ing,
Atheists now no more de­ride,
But with trem­bling
Wait His judg­ments last award!

Go from Me, He saith, ye curs­èd!
Ye, for whom I bled in vain,
Who My ut­most grace re­sist­ed,
Go ye to un­end­ing pain;
Lord al­migh­ty,
True and right­eous are Thy ways!

Come, He saith, ye heirs of glo­ry!
Come, ye pur­chase of My blood,
Claim the king­dom now be­fore you,
Rise, and fill the mount of God,
Fixed for ev­er,
Where the Lamb on Si­on stands!

See ten thou­sand burn­ing se­raphs
From their thrones as lightn­ings fly!
Take, they cry, your seats above us,
Nearest Him that rules the sky.
Patient suf­fer­ers,
How re­ward­ed are you now!

Ransomed vic­tors, see His en­sign,
Waving high in pur­pled air!
Jesus with His an­cients reign­ing,
Shall to each His con­quest share:
He who made them
More than con­quer­ors through His blood.

Now their tri­als all are end­ed,
Now the du­bi­ous war­fare’s o’er;
Joy no more with sor­row blend­ed;
They shall sigh and weep no more;
God for ev­er
Wipes the tear from ev­ery eye.

Through His pass­ion, all vic­to­ri­ous,
How they drink im­mor­tal wine;
In Em­ma­nu­el’s like­ness glo­ri­ous,
As the fir­ma­ment they shine;
Shine for ev­er
With the bright and morn­ing Star.

Where His scep­ter’s sway ex­tend­ing,
Jesus high His right main­tains;
Heaven, and earth, and hell com­mand­ing,
God om­ni­po­tent He reigns;
Prince of princ­es!
King of kings and Lord of lords!

Shining in His bright ex­pan­sion
King of saints be­hold Him be!
Joy of each adorn­ing man­sion,
Sunk for ev­er at His feet.
Lord of glo­ry!
And His king­dom with­out end!

Shout aloud, ye ethe­re­al choirs,
Triumph in Je­ho­vah’s praise,
Kindle all your hea­ven­ly fires,
All your palms of vic­to­ry raise:
Shout His con­quests,
Shout, Sal­va­tion to the Lamb.

See in sac­red pomp as­cend­ing,
Jesus and His glo­ri­ous train;
Countless my­ri­ads, now at­tend­ing,
Hail the em­py­re­an plain.
Hallelujah,
First and last, and Lord of all!

In full tri­umph see them march­ing,
Through the gates of mas­sy light;
While the ci­ty walls are spark­ling,
With me­ri­di­an glo­ry bright.
O how love­ly
Are the dwell­ings of the Lamb!

See His beau­ty all re­splen­dent:
See Him in the God­head shine;
See Him above all tran­scend­ent,
Full of dei­ty di­vine.
Hail! Eter­nal!
Sovereign Lord of worlds un­known!

On His throne of sap­phired az­ure,
High above all height He reigns:
Reigns the fount of end­less plea­sure;
Self-sub­sist­ent He re­mains.
How dif­fus­ive
Shines the un­cre­at­ed blaze!

Hosts an­gel­ic all adore Him,
Circling round His ori­ent seat,
Elders cast their crowns be­fore Him,
Fall and wor­ship at His feet.
O how holy,
And how re­ver­ent is Thy name!

Shout aloud the new crea­tion,
All ye heav’n­ly arch­es ring,
Echo to the Lord—Sal­va­tion,
Glory to th’eter­nal King!
Dread Je­ho­vah!
God with God! and Son of man!

I am Al­pha and Ome­ga,
I the First and Last am He:
He who was, and is to come.
Who am, and will for ev­er be:
Jah, Je­ho­vah!
Jah, Je­ho­vah is My name!

Hail! Thou Al­pha and Ome­ga,
First and last of all alone!
He that is, and was, and shall be,
And be­side whom there is none.
Take the glo­ry,
Great eter­nal Three in One!