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.