HYMN LXXII. Behold he cometh with Clouds

Behold Jesus Christ in the clouds, With all his Hosts from high abodes; The Trumpet sounds, To Judgment come! He comes to bring his chosen Home; He comes, he comes, he comes, he comes, He comes to bring his chosen home.

Come, come thou Dust from ev'ry Wind, No lingering Atom stay behind; Earth, Sea, and Air, give up your Charge. I come my Prisoners to discharge; I come, I come, I come, I come, I come my Prisoners to discharge.

Enlarge the Circles round my Throne, Make Room for ev'ry Darling one; Come forward, bold at my command, My Friends on my Right-Hand shall stand; My Friends, my Friends, my Friends, my Friends, My Friends on my Right-Hand shall stand.

Ye blessed of my Father come, Come to my Father's Kingdom home. Before the Universe was rear'd, For you the Kingdom was prepar'd; For you, for you, for you, for you, For you the Kingdom was prepar'd.

But who are these upon my Left, Of ev'ry Joy and Hope bereft? Accurs'd into the fiery Waves, Be gone from me, ye cursed Race; Begone, begone, begone, begone, Begone from me, ye cursed Race.