Then shall appear the sign of the Son of Man in Heaven: and then shall all the tribes of the earth mourn, and they shall see the Son of Man coming in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory. Matthew 24:30
Yonder, see the Lord descending,
Hark! His chariot’s drawing near;
Starry worlds before Him rending,
Flaming troops do now appear.
Heaven shaking, earth is quaking,
Mountains fly before His face,
See the dead their graves forsaking,
Nature sinking in a blaze.
Now behold the shining conquerors,
Rising from their dusty beds,
Fly to meet their blessèd Savior,
Glittering crowns upon their heads;
Hear them tell their pleasing story
To their smiling, lovely king,
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Glory is the song they sing.
Once an infant in a manger,
There the Lord of glory lay;
No place for that little stranger
But upon the oxen’s hay;
Now He’s crownèd with a rainbow
Brighter than a sardius stone;
Now He comes—the Christian sees Him
Seated on His great white throne.