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

John A. Gra­nade (1770–1807), alt. Pub­lished in The Sacred Songster, fifth ed­i­tion, ed­it­ed by Amos Pils­bu­ry (Co­lu­mbia, South Ca­ro­li­na: 1825).

Hy­fry­dol Row­land H. Pri­chard, 1830 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Rowland H. Prichard (1811–1887)

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.