229. The Judgment

1 He is coming, he is coming,
Not as once he came before,
Wailing infant, born in weakness
On a lowly stable floor:
But upon his cloud of glory,
In the crimson-tinted sky,
Where we see the golden sunrise
In the rosy distance lie.

2 He is coming, he is coming,
Not in pain, and shame, and woe,
With the thorn-crown on his forehead.
And the blood-drops trickling slow;
But with diadem upon him,
And the sceptre in his hand,
And the dead all ranged before him,
Raised from death, hell, sea, and land.

3 He is coming, he is coming,
Not as once he wandered through
All the hostile land of Judah,
With his followers poor and few:
But with all the holy angels
Waiting round his judgment-seat,
And the chosen twelve apostles
Sitting crowned at his feet.

4 He is coming, he is coming;
Let his lowly first estate,
And his tender love, so teach us
That in faith and hope we wait,
Till in glory eastward burning,
Our redemption draweth near;
And we see the sign in heaven
Of our Judge and Saviour dear.

Text Information
First Line: He is coming, he is coming
Title: The Judgment
Author: Mrs. C. F. Alexander
Language: English
Publication Date: 1888
Scripture: ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ;
Topic: Advent of Christ: To Judgment; Advent of Christ: To Kingdom; Christ: Judge
Tune Information
Name: FORMOSA
Composer: A. S. Sullivan
Meter: 8s, 7s. D
Key: G Major or modal



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