The Lord will come! the earth shall quake, The hills their fix??d seat forsake; And, withering from the vault of night, The stars withdraw their feeble light. The Lord will come! but not the same As once in lowly form He came, A silent Lamb to slaughter led, The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. The Lord will come! a dreadful form, With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, On cherub wings, and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of humankind. Can this be He once wont to stray A pilgrim on the world???s highway, By power oppressed, and mocked by pride O God! is this the Crucified? Go, tyrants, to the rocks complain! Go, seek the mountain???s cleft in vain! But faith, victorious o???er the tomb, Shall sing for joy, ???The Lord is come!???