Coming

1He's coming once again,
To set His people free;
That where He is, in glory bright,
His saints may also be.
Then lift the drooping head,
Look up, rejoice and sing;
He comes in majesty sublime,
Salvation's glorious King!

2The earth shall quake with fear,
The heav'ns shall flee away;
And where shall guilty man appear In that tremendous day?
No refuge then is nigh,
No shelter from the blast;
The might of vengeance vails the sky When mercy's day is past.

3His eyes of living flame,
The wicked shall devour;
No tongue will lightly speak the name Of Jesus in that hour.
No scorn, no words of hate,
For His meek foll'wers then;
But prayers and tears that come too late,
Will mark earth's mighty men.