Messiah

Lyrics

He comes! He comes! to judge the world,
A loud th’ archangel cries,
While thunders roll from pole to pole,
And lightnings cleave the skies;
Th’ affrighted nations hear the sound,
And upward lift their eyes;
The slumb’ring tenants of the ground
In living armies rise.

Thou awful Judge of quick and dead,
The watchful pow’r bestow,
So shall I to my ways take heed,
To all I speak or do.
If now Thou standest at the door,
O let me feel Thee near;
And make my peace with God, before
I at Thy bar appear.