We Three Kings (alternate version) (arr. Mark Hayes)
Lo! He Comes with Clouds Descending
Lo! He comes with clouds descending,
once for favored sinners slain;
thousand, thousand saints attending
swell the triumph of His train.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
God appears on earth to reign.
Ev’ry eye shall now behold Him,
robed in dreadful majesty;
those who set at naught and sold Him,
pierced, and nailed Him to the tree,
deeply wailing, deeply wailing,
shall the true Messiah see.
The dear tokens of His passion
Still His dazzling body bears;
Cause of endless exultation
To His ransomed worshippers;
With what rapture, with what rapture,
With what rapture
Gaze we on those glorious scars!
Yea, amen! let all adore Thee,
high on thine eternal throne;
Savior, take the pow’r and glory,
claim the kingdom for Thine own.
O come quickly, O come quickly;
alleluia! come, Lord, come.