Revelation 22:12-21

Author: 
Alan Marsden
Date: 
Sunday, 18 April, 2021 - 10:45

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.

Now Redemption, long expected,
see in solemn pomp appear!
All his saints, by man rejected,
now shall meet him in the air.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
See the day of God appear!

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.

C. Wesley

There's a sound on the wind like a victory song,
Listen now, let it rest on your soul.
It's a song that I learned from a heavenly King,
It's the song of a battle royal.

There's a loud shout of victory that leaps from our hearts
As we wait for our conquering King.
There's a triumph resounding from dark ages past
To the victory song we now sing.

Come on heaven's children,
The city is in sight.
There will be no sadness
On the other side.

There'll be crowns for the conquerors and white robes to wear,
There will be no more sorrow or pain.
And the battles of earth shall be lost in the sight
Of the glorious Lamb that was slain.

Now the King of the ages approaches the earth,
He will burst through the gates of the sky,
And all men shall bow down to His beautiful name,
We shall rise with a shout, we shall fly!

Come on, heaven's children,
The city is in sight.
There will be no sadness
On the other side.

Now the King of the ages approaches the earth,
He will burst through the gates of the sky,
And all men shall bow down to His beautiful name

Graham Kendrick
Copyright © 1978 Thankyou Music

Great is the darkness 
That covers the earth 
Oppression, injustice and pain 
Nations are slipping 
In hopeless despair 
Though many have come in Your name 
Watching while sanity dies 
Touched by the madness and lies 
 
Chorus
Come Lord Jesus, come Lord Jesus 
Pour out Your spirit we pray 
Come Lord Jesus, come Lord Jesus 
Pour out Your spirit on us today 
 
May now Your church rise 
With power and love 
This glorious gospel proclaim 
In every nation 
Salvation will come 
To those who believe in Your name 
Help us bring light to this world 
That we might speed Your return 
 
Great celebrations 
On that final day 
When out of the heavens You come 
Darkness will vanish 
All sorrow will end 
And rulers will bow at Your throne 
Our great commission complete 
Then face to face we shall meet 
 
Coates & Richards. 1992, Thankyou Music

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,

He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;

He has loosed the fateful lightening of his terrible swift sword,

His truth is marching on!

 

Glory, Glory hallelujah

Glory, Glory hallelujah

Glory, Glory hallelujah

His truth is marching on!

 

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,

They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps;

I have read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps

His truth is marching on!

 

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish'd rows of steel,

As ye deal with my condemners so with you my grace shall deal;

Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,

His truth is marching on!

 

He has sounded from the trumpet that shall never call retreat,

He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat;

Oh, be swift, my soul to answer, oh be jubilant, my feet!

His truth is marching on!

 

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,

With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me;

As he died to make men holy let us die to make men free,

His truth is marching on!

 

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,

He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave;

So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,

Our God is marching on!

 

J.W. Howe