Once more, O Lord, Thy sign shall be
Upon the heav’ns dis­played,
And earth and its in­hab­it­ants
Be ter­ri­bly afraid:
For not, in weak­ness clad, Thou com’st,
Our woes, our sins to bear,
But girt with all Thy Fa­ther’s might,
His judg­ment to de­clare.

The ter­rors of that aw­ful day
O who can un­der­stand?
Or who ab­ide, when Thou in wrath
Shall lift Thy ho­ly hand?
The earth shall quake, the sea shall roar,
The sun in heav’n grow pale;
But Thou hast sworn, and wilt not change,
Thy faith­ful shall not fail.

Then grant us, Sav­ior, so to pass
Our time in trem­bling here,
That when up­on the clouds of Heav’n
Thy glo­ry shall ap­pear,
Uplifting high our joy­ful heads,
In tri­umph we may rise,
And en­ter, with Thine an­gel train,
Thy pal­ace in the skies.