The Stennetts of England - Samuel Stennett D.D. - Hymn Poems

He comes! he comes! to judge the world

He comes! he comes! to judge the world
    Aloud th' archangel cries
While thunders roll from pole to pole,
    And lightnings cleave the skies.

Th' affrighted nations hear the sound
    And upward lift their eyes:
The slumbering tenants of the ground
    In living armies rise.

Amid the shouts of numerous friends,
    Of hosts divinely bright,
The Judge in solemn pomp descends,
    Arrayed in robes of light.

His bead and hairs are white as snow,
    His eyes a fiery flame,
A radiant crown adorns his brow,
    And Jesus is his name.

Writ on his thigh his name appears,
    And scars his victories tell:
Lo - in his hand the conqueror bears -
    The keys of death and hell.

So he ascends the judgment-seat,
    And, at his dread command,
Myriads of creatures, round his feet,
    In solemn silence stand.

Princes and peasants here expect
    Their last, their righteous doom;
The men who dared his grace reject,
    And they who dared presume.

'Depart, ye sons of vice and sin,
    The injured Jesus cries!
While the long-kindling wrath within
    Flashes from both his eyes.

And now in words divinely sweet,
    With rapture in his face,
Aloud his sacred lips repeat
    The sentence of his grace!

'Well done, my good and faithful sons,
    The children of my love!
Receive the sceptres, crowns, and thrones,
    Prepared for you above.

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