The Chariot

Verse 1

THE chariot! The chariot! Its wheels roll in fire,
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire:
Lo, self moving it drives on its pathway of cloud,
And the heavens with the burden of Godhead are bow'd.

Verse 1

THE chariot! The chariot! Its wheels roll in fire,
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire:
Lo, self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud,
And the heavens with the burden of Godhead are bow'd.

Verse 2

The glory, the glory around him are pour'd,
Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord;
And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there,
And there all who the palm-wreaths of victory wear,

Verse 2

The glory, the glory around him are pour'd,
Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord;
And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there,
And there ill who the palm-wreaths of victory wear,

Verse 3

The trumpet! The trumpet! The dead have all heard;
Lo, the depths o1' the stone-cover'd charnel are stirr'd;
From the sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north,
All the vast generations of men are cone forth.

Verse 3

The trumpet! The trumpet! The dead have all heard;
Lo, the depths of the stone-cover'd charnel are stirr'd;
From the sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north,
All the vast generations of men are come forth.

Verse 4

The judgement! The judgement! The thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and the white vested elders are met;
There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on his word.

Verse 4

The judgment! The judgment! The thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and the white vested elders are met;
There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on his word.

Verse 5

0 mercy! 0 mercy! Look down from above,
Great Creator, on us, thy sad children with love;
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven,
May the justified saints find a ransom in heaven.

Verse 5

O mercy! O mercy! Look down from above,
Great Creator, on us, thy sad children with love;
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven,
May the justified saints find a ransom in heaven.