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He comes! he comes! to judge the world

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #97 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. He comes! he comes! to judge the world, Aloud the archangel cries; While thunders roll from pole to pole, And lightning cleaves the skies; The affrighted nations hear the sound, And upward lift their eyes; The slumbering tenants of the ground In living armies rise. 2. Amid the shouts of numerous friends, Of hosts divinely bright, The Judge in solemn pomp descends, Arrayed in robes of light; His head and hair are white as snow, His eyes a fiery flame, A radiant crown adorns his brow, And Jesus is his name. 3. Writ on his thigh his name appears, And scars his victories tell; Lo! in his hand the conqueror bears The keys of death and hell: So he ascends the judgment seat, And at his dread command, Myriads of creatures round his feet In solemn silence stand. 4. Princes and peasants here expect Their last, their righteous doom; The men who dared his grace reject, And they who dared presume. "Depart, ye sons of vice and sin," The injured Jesus cries, While the long kindling wrath within Flashes from both his eyes. 5. And now in words divinely sweet, With rapture in his face, Aloud his sacred lips repeat The sentence of his grace: "Well done, my good and faithful sons, The children of my love, Receive the sceptres, crowns and thrones Prepared for you above." Languages: English Tune Title: MESSIAH (Carrell)

He Comes! He Comes! To Judge The World

Author: Samuel Stennett Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11098 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: "He comes! He comes! to judge the world" Lyrics: 1 "He comes! He comes! to judge the world," Aloud th’archangel cries! While thunders roll from pole to pole, And lightnings cleave the skies. 2 Th’affrighted nations hear the sound, And upward lift their eyes; The slumbering tenants of the ground In living armies rise. 3 Amid the shouts of numerous friends, Of hosts divinely bright, The Judge in solemn pomp descends, Arrayed in robes of light. 4 His head and hairs are white as snow, His eyes a fiery flame, A radiant crown adorns His brow, And Jesus is His name. 5 Writ on His thigh His name appears, And scars His victories tell: Lo! in His hand the Conqueror bears The keys of death and hell. 6 So He ascends the judgment seat, And, at His dread command, Myriads of creatures round His feet In solemn silence stand. 7 Princes and peasants here expect Their last, their righteous doom; The men who dared His grace reject, And they who dared presume. 8 "Depart, ye sons of vice and sin," The injured Jesus cries! While the long kindling wrath within Flashes from both His eyes. 9 And now, in words divinely sweet, With rapture in His face, Aloud His sacred lips repeat The sentence of His grace: 10 "Well done, my good and faithful sons, The children of My love! Receive the scepters, crowns and thrones Prepared for you above." Languages: English Tune Title: THE WAITS' SONG

He comes! he comes to judge the world

Hymnal: Songs of Zion #35 (1821) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. He comes! he comes! to judge the world,Aloud the archangel cries:While thunders roll from pole to pole,And lightnings cleave the skies.The affrighted nations hear the sound,And upward lift their eyes:The slumbering tenants of the groundIn living armies rise.2. Amid the shouts of numerous friends,Of hosts divinely bright,The judge in solemn pomp descends,Arrayed in robes of light.His head and hairs are white as snow,His eyes a fiery flame,A radiant crown adorns his brow,And Jesus is his name.3. Writ on his thigh his name appears,And scars his victories tell:Lo! in his hand the conqueror bearsThe keys of death and hell.So he ascends the judgment seat,And at his dread command,Myriads of creatures round his feetIn solemn silence stand.4. Princes and peasants here expectTheir last, their righteous doom;The men who dared his grace reject,And they who dared presume."Depart, ye sons of death and sin,"The injured Jesus cries,While the long-kindling wrath withinFlames from both his eyes.5. And now in words divinely sweet,With rapture in his face,Aloud his sacred lips repeatThe sentence of his grace:"Well done, my good and faithful sons.The children of my love;Receive the scepters, crowns and thronesPrepared for you above." Tune Title: MESSIAH