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He comes! he comes! to judge the world

He comes! he comes! to judge the world

Author: Samuel Stennett
Tune: MESSIAH (Carrell)
Published in 36 hymnals

Printable scores: PDF, Noteworthy Composer
Audio files: MIDI, Recording

Full Text

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

Source: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #97

Author: Samuel Stennett

Samuel Stennett was born at Exeter, in 1727. His father was pastor of a Baptist congregation in that city; afterwards of the Baptist Chapel, Little Wild Street, London. In this latter pastorate the son succeeded the father in 1758. He died in 1795. Dr. Stennett was the author of several doctrinal works, and a few hymns. --Annotations of the Hymnal, Charles Hutchins, M.A. 1872.… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: He comes! he comes! to judge the world
Author: Samuel Stennett
Language: English



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