1 Lo! he comes, with clouds descending,
once for favored sinners slain;
thousand thousand saints attending
swell the triumph of his train.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleuia!
God appears, on earth to reign.
2 To his love and saving Passion
all our happiness we owe,
pardon, holiness, salvation,
heav'n above and heav'n below.
Grace and glory, grace and glory, grace and glory
from that open fountain flow.
3 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
high on thine eternal throne:
Savior, take the pow'r and glory,
claim the kingdom for thine own.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Thou shalt reign, and thou alone!
|First Line:||Lo! He comes with clouds descending|
|Title:||Lo! He Comes|
|Author:||Charles Wesley (1758)|
|Source:||18th-century English melody|