An Hymn on the second coming of Christ

Lo! he comes with clouds descending, He that was for sinners slain; While the host of Saints attending Swell the triumph of his train!

Every eye shall now behold him; Every creature bend the knee; They that mock'd him too and sold him, Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree.

See, the Angels all adore him! Hark, the trump proclaims the day! All the nations stand before him, Heaven and earth are fied away!

Come, thou Saviour long expected, Sit on thine eternal throne! Thou that wast by man rejected, Claim the kingdom for thine own.