At last the day of reckoning
Has dawned upon us all;
And found earth’s teeming millions
Unfit for Je­sus’ call.

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He’s coming in the cloud!
He’s coming in the cloud!
O hear the rumbling thunder
And the trumpets pealing loud!
For He’s coming in the cloud,
To humble all the proud!
’Tis the final day of judg­ment,
And He’s coming in the cloud.

The throng of unbelievers
Who slept beneath the sod,
Have woke in consternation
To meet the Son of God.

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The earth is veiled in darkness
And quakes from pole to pole;
While flaming wrath and vengeance
Like mighty torrents roll.

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The saints with holy rapture
Have gone without a doubt,
To meet the King of glo­ry
Who cometh with a shout.

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Behold Him in His glo­ry,
Encircled by a throng
Of saints and holy angels
To roll His praise along.

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He’s all ablaze with terror;
The lightning’s in His hand;
Before Him worlds are fleeing:
O who is able to stand?

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