Author: Benjamin Beddome Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Lo, He comes, the King of glory Lyrics: 1 Lo, He comes, the King of glory,
See, He rends the yielding sky;
Heav’nly flaming guards attend Him,
And the fearful lightnings fly:
Awful grandeur,
Sinner, now thy doom is nigh!
2 Earth and elements dissolving,
Orbs of light their luster lose;
The dread trumpets sound tremendous,
Bid the graves their dead disclose;
The pale nations
Now appear as friends or foes.
3 Thousand times ten thousand standing,
Bow before His radiant throne;
Summoned now to the tribunal,
What for sinners can be done?
Awful crisis,
When each ray of hope is gone!
4 Oh, the dreadful consternation,
When they hear the sentence giv’n,
Never more to be repealèd,
Parting them from bliss and Heav’n;
And to Tophet
In confusion they are driv’n.
5 Oh may I at that dread moment,
In the Judge behold a friend;
Hear His voice in loudest accents,
Bid me to His throne ascend;
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That shall never, never end. Used With Tune: ST. AUSTIN Text Sources: Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818)
Lo, He Comes,The King Of Glory