Once more, O Lord, Thy sign shall be
Upon the heav’ns displayed,
And earth and its inhabitants
Be terribly afraid:
For not, in weakness clad, Thou com’st,
Our woes, our sins to bear,
But girt with all Thy Father’s might,
His judgment to declare.
The terrors of that
awful day
O who can understand?
Or who abide, when Thou in wrath
Shall lift Thy holy hand?
The earth shall quake, the sea shall roar,
The sun in heav’n grow pale;
But Thou hast sworn, and wilt not change,
Thy faithful shall not fail.
Then grant us, Savior, so to pass
Our time in trembling here,
That when upon the clouds of Heav’n
Thy glory shall appear,
Uplifting high our joyful heads,
In triumph we may rise,
And enter, with Thine angel train,
Thy palace in the skies.
