Lo! the mighty God ap­pear­ing,
From on high Je­ho­vah speaks!
Eastern lands the sum­mons hear­ing,
O’er the west His thun­der breaks:
Earth be­holds Him!
Universal na­ture shakes!

Zion, all its light un­fold­ing,
God in glo­ry shall dis­play:
Lo! He comes! nor silence holding,
Fire and clouds pre­pare His way:
Tempests round Him!
Hasten on the dread­ful day!

To the Heav’n His voice as­cend­ing,
To the earth be­neath He cries:
Souls im­mor­tal now des­cend­ing,
Let the sleep­ing dust arise,
Rise to judg­ment,
Let My throne adorn the skies!

Gather first My saints around Me,
Those who to My co­ve­nant stood;
Those who hum­bly sought and found Me
Through the dy­ing Sav­ior’s blood;
Blessed Re­deem­er!
Sweetest sac­ri­fice to God!

Now the heav’ns on high ad­ore Him,
And His right­eous­ness de­clare;
Sinners per­ish from be­fore Him,
But His saints His mer­cy share:
Just His judg­ment,
God Him­self, the Judge, is there.