The Lord shall come; at that great day
The hea­vens, like smoke, shall pass away;
And earth, by pe­nal flames de­stroyed,
Shall melt in­to the migh­ty void.

The Lord shall come; but not the same
As once in low­li­ness He came,
To dwell with sin­ful man be­low,
In weak­ness, po­ver­ty, and woe;

No, when He comes the se­cond time,
Enthroned in ma­jes­ty sub­lime,
Unnumbered hosts His praise shall sing,
And hail the uni­ver­sal King.

O, then shall guil­ty souls begin
To taste the bit­ter­ness of sin;
And vain­ly on the mount­ains call,
To hide them from the Judge of all.

Then saints shall lift their wait­ing eyes,
And to the heav­en­ly man­sions rise;
Savior, our hearts by grace pre­pare
With them Thy pur­chased bliss to share.