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1 Behold, the Son of God appears,
And in His flesh our sins He bears;
The victim at God’s altar stood
To expiate guilt by groans and blood.
2 But lo, a second time He comes
To shake the earth, and rend the tombs;
These heavens before Him melt away,
And suns and stars in smoke decay.
3 Yet, midst this general wreck and dread,
Ye saints, with triumph lift the head:
With glad surprise your Savior meet,
Who comes to make your bliss complete.
4 My soul, a happiness so great,
With pleasing expectation wait;
And while I dwell upon the thought,
Be earth and all its toys forgot.
5 My Savior God, what grace is Thine,
Which gives a prospect so divine!
Come, blessèd day, and teach our tongues
How angels warble out their songs.Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9529