He's coming once again

1He's coming once again,
To set his people free;
That where he is, in glory bright,
D.S.—He comes, in majesty sublime,
His saints may also be.
Then lift the drooping head,
Look up, rejoice and sing;
See yonder, Fount Glorious King!

2The earth shall quake with fear,
The heavens shall flee away;
And where shall guilty man appear
In that tremendous day?
No refuge then is left,
No shelter from the blast;
The meek of vengeance with 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 followers then;
But prayers and tears that come too late
Will mark earth's mighty men.