When Christ came down on earth of old,
He took our nature, poor and low;
He wore no form of angel mold,
But shared our weakness and our woe.
But when He cometh back once more,
Then shall be set the great white throne;
And earth and Heav’n shall flee before
The face of Him that sits thereon.
O Son of God! in glory crowned,
The Judge ordained of quick and dead;
O Son of Man! so pitying found
For all the tears Thy people shed.
Be with us in that awful hour,
And by Thy crown, and by Thy grave,
And by Thy love and all Thy power,
In that great day of judgment, save!