Lo, he comes with clouds descending
Lo, he comes with clouds descending,
Once for favoured sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending
Swell the triumph of his train:
Christ appears on earth to reign.
Every eye shall now behold him
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierced and nailed him to the Tree,
Shall the true Messiah see.
Those dear tokens of his Passion
Still his dazzling body bears,
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransomed worshippers:
With what rapture
Gaze we on those glorious scars!
Yea, Amen, let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne;
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thine own:
Thou shalt reign, and thou alone.
Medio venit nimborum
nobis ohm mortuus,
mille milibus sanctorum
Christus ecce! dominus.
Dirae maiestatis erunt
eius omnes arbitri
qui contemptum vendiderunt;
quemque adfixerant Cruci,
noscent flendo dediti.
Passionis signa amanda
stant in corpore sita,
et decora vulnera.
Amen! omnibus colaris
altus in throno sedens
tuum tibi capiens
regnum unice potens.