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.