He’s com­ing once again,
To set His peo­ple free;
That where He is, in glo­ry bright,
His saints may al­so be.
Then lift the droop­ing head,
Look up, re­joice and sing;
He comes, in ma­jes­ty sub­lime,
Salvation’s glo­ri­ous King!

The earth shall quake with fear,
The heav’ns shall flee away;
And where shall guil­ty man ap­pear
In that tre­men­dous day?
No re­fuge then is nigh,
No shel­ter from the blast;
The night of ven­geance veils the sky
When mer­cy’s day is past.

His eyes of liv­ing flame,
The wick­ed shall de­vour;
No tongue will light­ly speak the name
Of Je­sus in that hour.
No scorn, no words of hate
For His meek fol­low­ers then;
But pray­ers and tears that come too late
Will mark earth’s migh­ty men.