Lo! he comes, with clouds descending,
  Once for our salvation slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending
  Swell the triumph of his train:
    || Alleluia! ||
Christ the Lord returns to reign.

Every eye shall now behold him,
  Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at naught and sold him,
  Pierced, and nailed him to the tree,
    || Deeply wailing ||
Shall the true Messiah see.

Those dear tokens of his passion
  Still his dazzling body bears,
Cause of endless exultation
  To his ransomed worshippers:
    || With what rapture ||
Gaze we on those glorious scars!

Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
  High on thine eternal throne;
Saviour, take the power and glory;
  Claim the kingdom for thine own:
    || Alleluia! ||
Thou shalt reign, and thou alone.

			-- Charles Wesley