Lo! He comes, but not a Sav­ior,
Not by griefs and woes op­pressed;
Not the meek, des­pis­èd Je­sus,
Not the humble man­ger-guest.
Not to pub­lish free sal­va­tion,
Not to bear the sins of men;
Not to be be­trayed, re­ject­ed,
Scourged and cru­ci­fied again.

But He comes, with clouds des­cend­ing,
With Him saints, un­num­bered brings;
Yes, He comes the now tri­um­phant
Lord of lords and King of kings;
Comes to judge the guil­ty na­tions,
Every eye shall see that hour;
They who pierc­ed Him, they shall see Him,
And shall trem­ble at His pow­er.

They who were His true dis­ci­ples
Gladly will His com­ing hail;
They who slight­ed His free par­don,
They shall at His pre­sence wail.
To His own He’ll give a king­dom,
And a crown each one shall wear;
But His foes shall hear the sen­tence,
Doomed to dark­ness and des­pair.