HYMN

Lo! [bad word] with clouds descending,
once for favoured sinners slain;
thousand, thousand saints attending
swell the triumph of his train:
Alleluya!
God 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,
deeply wailing
shall the [bad word] 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: [bad word] quickly! [bad word]  [bad word] 

Words Charles Wesley Tune HELMSLEY
(1707–1788) Included in Wesley’s Select Hymns 1765