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THE SECOND ADVENT.
A day of fear and wonder
Has burst upon thee—earth;
The heavens are cleft asunder,
And pour their armies forth!
He comes in storm and thunder,
His lightnings flash in wrath;
A day of fear, and wonder,
Has burst upon thee,—earth!
Has burst upon thee—earth;
The heavens are cleft asunder,
And pour their armies forth!
He comes in storm and thunder,
His lightnings flash in wrath;
A day of fear, and wonder,
Has burst upon thee,—earth!
Lo, Jesus comes, descending,
He comes, the mighty God!
Ten thousand saints attending
Are flying all abroad;
And all creation bending
Now trembles at his nod:
He comes, he comes, descending,
Our own Redeeming God!
He comes, the mighty God!
Ten thousand saints attending
Are flying all abroad;
And all creation bending
Now trembles at his nod:
He comes, he comes, descending,
Our own Redeeming God!
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A blaze of glory streaming
The Judge of all surrounds;
That eye of brightest beaming
His enemies confounds;
“No, no, we are not dreaming,
“These are not empty sounds;
“But that dread glory streaming
“Our angry God surrounds!”
The Judge of all surrounds;
That eye of brightest beaming
His enemies confounds;
“No, no, we are not dreaming,
“These are not empty sounds;
“But that dread glory streaming
“Our angry God surrounds!”
Why should I fear to meet thee,
That didst for me atone?
O give me grace to greet thee,
Lord, leave me not alone.
“Come, child of glory, seat thee
“With me upon my throne;”—
Say thus, and I will greet thee
My righteousness, my own!
That didst for me atone?
O give me grace to greet thee,
Lord, leave me not alone.
“Come, child of glory, seat thee
“With me upon my throne;”—
Say thus, and I will greet thee
My righteousness, my own!
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