Our Saviour once more upon earth shall appear,
In person as lit'ral as when he was here;
The clouds are his chariot, and glory his throne;
Whilst myriads of angels his majesty own. Ten thousand bright seraphs with him shall descend,
Their strains of hosannas the heavens shall rend;
Whilst the angels who sung the glad song of his birth,
Shall gather his saints from the ends of the earth. The kingdom shall come, and the graves shall give way,
And his saints be redeemed from their prison of clay;
For the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall come forth,
From the east, from the west, from the south, from the north. All the nations of men are before him conveyed,
His bar of tribunal in justice arrayed;
Each tongue shall confess, whilst the Judge on the throne,
Shall the wicked condemn, and acknowledge his own. Each eye shall behold him in awful attire,
The saints shall be glad, and their Saviour admire;
Whilst those who condemned him to die on the tree,
Shall wail, when that glorious Messiah they see. "Twill comfort the saints to reflect on the day,
When sorrow and sighing shall vanish away;
When they shall be crown'd, and ascend to the skies,
And all tears shall for ever be wiped from their eyes. These bodies, though vile, shall be fashioned aright,
And robed in a costume of glory and light;
With songs of thanksgiving, we'll rise in the air,
And dwell with the Saviour eternally there. Creation, convulsed to her the center, shall quake,
At his voice the foundations of heaven shall shake;
The sun and the moon shall grow dim and decay,
And the earth, from his presence, shall vanish away. But celestial heavens and earth shall be made,
All garnished with glory that never shall fade;
The redeemed shall rejoice in that blissful abode,
Where sorrow shall never their pleasure corrode. Unpolluted by sin, and unhurt by disease,
With their ensign of triumph, unfurl'd in the breeze;
A crown of bright glory they ever shall wear,
And palm-wreaths of honor, triumphantly bear! A convoy of angels, and chariot of love,
Shall escort them safe home to that city above;
Transformed like the Saviour, secure from all pain,
In his glorified presence, forever to reign. But the wicked shall sink into darkness and gloom,
Everlasting destruction—their sentence and doom;
From the presence of God and the Lamb they shall flee,
And the glory of heaven they never shall see! The remedial kingdom shall come to an end,
And the sceptre of pardon—no longer extend;
Death spoiled of his trophies, all vanquished shall fall;
The saints saved in heaven, and God ALL IN ALL.