1.He's coming once again,To set his people free;That where he is, in glory bright,His saints may also be.Then lift the drooping head.Look up, rejoice and sing;He comes in majesty sublime,Salvation's glorious King!2.The earth shall quake with fear,The heav'ns shall flee away;And where shall guilty man appearIn that tremendous day?No refuge then is night,No shelter from the blast;The night of vengeance vails the skyWhen mercy's day is past.3.His eyes of living flame,The wicked shall devour;No tongue will lightly speak the nameOf Jesus in that hour.No scorn, no words of hate,For his meek foll'wers then;But prayers and tears that come too late,Will mark earth's mighty men.