The Voice of Praise ‎#926

926. The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire

1 The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire,
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire;
Self-moving, it drives on its pathway of cloud,
And the heavens with the burden of God-head are bowed.

2 The glory! the glory! around him are poured
Mighty hosts of the angels to wait on their Lord;
And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there,
And there all who the palm-wreath of victory wear.

3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard;
Lo, the depths of the stone-covered charnel are stirred!
From the sea, from the land, from the south, from the north,
All the vast generations of men are come forth.

4 The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met.
There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on his word.

5 O mercy! O mercy! look down from above,
Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, with love;
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven,
May our sanctified souls find a mansion in heaven.

Text Information

• First Line: The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire
• Author: Milman
• Meter: 12s
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: Resurrection and Judgment; The Chariot

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