THE SECOND COMING OF CHRIST.
HARK! the trump, like mighty thunders,
Shakes the heavens, the earth, the sea,
Ushering in that day of wonders—
Earth's grand year of jubilee!
Restitution's glorious time,
Blessing every land and clime! With the clouds of heaven, in glory,
Earth's redeeming King appears;
On His head, once marred and gory,
Many blazing crowns He wears:
Blood-stained; wroth, with flaming sword,
Onward rides the conquering Lord. Kings and rulers, in their madness,
Vainly strive His way to oppose,
While, with songs of praise and gladness,
Saints, triumphant, bind their foes;
Execute "the judgment written"
On the wicked—heaven-smitten. Sinner! ere the day of sorrow,
Anguish, wrath, and deep despair,
Antedating that blest morrow,
Burst upon thee unaware,
Fly to Jesus—he will save,
Ark-like, bear thee o'er the wave.