← He comes, he comes, the Judge severe Millennial Harp (1843) · p. 70

He comes, he comes, the Judge severe

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He comes, he comes, the Judge severe,The seventh Trumpet speaks him near ;His lightnings flash, His thunders roll—He's welcome to the faithful soul.Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,Welcome to the faithful soul.

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Descending on his azure throneHe claims the kingdoms as his own.The kingdoms all obey his word,And hail him as their triumphant Lord.Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,Welcome to the faithful soul.

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Shout, all ye angels of the sky,And all the saints of the Most High:Our God, who now his right obtains,For ever and forever reigns!Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,Welcome to the faithful soul.

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The Father praise, the Son adore,The Spirit bless for evermore:Salvation's glorious work is done ;We welcome thee, great Three in One!Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,Welcome to the faithful soul.