Welcome sight! the Lord descending!
Jesus in the clouds appears;
Lo! the Savior comes, intending
Now to dry His people’s tears.
Lo! the Savior comes to reign:
Welcome to His waiting train.
Long they mourned their absent master;
Long they felt like men forlorn;
Bid the seasons fly still faster,
While they sighed for His return:
Lo! the period comes at last;
All their sorrows now are past.
Now from home no longer banished,
They are going to their rest;
Though the heavens and earth have vanished,
With their Lord they shall be blest:
Blest with Him His saints shall be;
Blest throughout eternity!
Happy people! grace unbounded,
Grace alone, exalts you thus:
Be ashamed, and be confounded;
Sing for ever—
Not to us,
Not to us be glory given—
Glory to the God of Heaven!