Behold, the Son of God appears,
And in His flesh our sins He bears;
The Victim at God’s altar stood
To expiate guilt by groans and blood.
But lo, a second time He comes
To shake the earth, and rend the tombs;
These heav’ns before Him melt away,
And suns and stars in smoke decay.
Yet, midst this general wreck and dread,
Ye saints, with triumph lift the head:
With glad surprise your Savior meet,
Who comes to make your bliss complete.
My soul, a happiness so great,
With pleasing expectation wait;
And while I dwell upon the thought,
Be earth and all its toys forgot.
My Savior God, what grace is Thine,
Which gives a prospect so divine!
Come, blessèd day, and teach our tongues
How angels warble out their songs.