Lo! he comes, with clouds descending
Zion
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Lo! he comes, with clouds descending,Once for favored sinners slain!Thousand, thousand saints attending,Swell the triumph of his train;Hallelujah!Jesus comes, and comes to reign.
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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!
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When the solemn trump has sounded,Heaven and earth shall flee away;All who hate him must, confounded,Hear the summons of that day—"Come to judgment!Come to judgment! come away!"
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Yea, amen! let all adore thee,High on thine eternal throne!Savior, take the power and glory,Make thy righteous sentence known,O come quickly—Claim the kingdom for thine own!