Our Lord doth come, the world will quake,

And every mountain shall be moved

And all the stars of heaven too

Shall cease to shine nor give their Light.

Our Lord doth come, unlike before

When He came in humility;

When He was slain as Lamb of God

Our Suffering Saviour who has died!

Our Lord doth come, doth come in fear,

In flaming fire and in great wrath;

Coming, on Cherub wings doth fly

Coming, the great Judge of the earth

Is this the one who walked on earth

Just like a pilgrim on life’s road

Was persecuted and oppress’d,

Is this the one, He that was slain.

The wicked hid themselves in vain,

Hid in the rocks and in the dens

But faith that has the victory,

Shall sing at last “the Lord has come”