Classic Poem

H ELMSLEY Tune .

Lo, he comes, array'd in vengeance,
Riding down the heav'nly road;
Floods of fury roll before him. —
Who can meet an angry God?
Tremble sinners,
Who can stand before his rod!

Lo he comes, in glory shining;
Saints, arise and meet your King!
Glorious Captain of salvation,
" Welcome! welcome!" hear them sing!
Shouts of triumph,
Make the heav'ns with echoes ring.

(Now, despisers, look and wonder!
Hear the dreadful sound " Depart,"
Rattling, like a peal of thunder,
Through each guilty rebel's heart!
Lost for ever,
Hope and sinners here must part!

Still they hear the awful sentence;
Hell resounds the dreadful roar,
While their heart-strings twinge with anguish,
Trembling on the burning shore!
Justice seals it —
Down they sink, to rise no more!

How they shrink, with horror viewing
Hell's deep caverns op'ning wide!
Guilty thoughts, like ghosts pursuing,
Plunge them down the rolling tide!
Now consider,
Ye who scorn the Lamb that dy'd!)

Hark! ten thousand harps resounding!
Form'd in bright and grand array,
See the glorious armies rising,
While their Captain leads the way!
Heav'n before them
Opens an eternal day!