THE COMING CROWNING
Whenthe chariots of gloryCome flashing from the eastOn the day of Advent-story,The crowning of the Christ;When the clouds are seraph-mountedAnd radiant of wingWith angel-hosts uncounted,And the skies with rapture ring—My soul, wilt thou undauntedMeet the coming of the King?When earth the blessed visionWith lifted eyes beholdsAnd feels the swift transitionOf glory that enfolds;When from the skies descendingThe hosts of Heaven bringThe Kingdom never-endingOf which all peoples sing—O Spirit, wilt thou blendingHail the coming of the King?When thrones are set for mercyAnd love to ministerTo the naked, sick and thirstyAnd all who faint or err;When the Lord of glory reignethAnd choired censers swingWith the praises God ordainethAs Heavens their banners fling—O Soul, a crown that gaineth,Crown and enthrone the King!
Whenthe chariots of gloryCome flashing from the eastOn the day of Advent-story,The crowning of the Christ;When the clouds are seraph-mountedAnd radiant of wingWith angel-hosts uncounted,And the skies with rapture ring—My soul, wilt thou undauntedMeet the coming of the King?When earth the blessed visionWith lifted eyes beholdsAnd feels the swift transitionOf glory that enfolds;When from the skies descendingThe hosts of Heaven bringThe Kingdom never-endingOf which all peoples sing—O Spirit, wilt thou blendingHail the coming of the King?When thrones are set for mercyAnd love to ministerTo the naked, sick and thirstyAnd all who faint or err;When the Lord of glory reignethAnd choired censers swingWith the praises God ordainethAs Heavens their banners fling—O Soul, a crown that gaineth,Crown and enthrone the King!
Whenthe chariots of gloryCome flashing from the eastOn the day of Advent-story,The crowning of the Christ;When the clouds are seraph-mountedAnd radiant of wingWith angel-hosts uncounted,And the skies with rapture ring—My soul, wilt thou undauntedMeet the coming of the King?
Whenthe chariots of glory
Come flashing from the east
On the day of Advent-story,
The crowning of the Christ;
When the clouds are seraph-mounted
And radiant of wing
With angel-hosts uncounted,
And the skies with rapture ring—
My soul, wilt thou undaunted
Meet the coming of the King?
When earth the blessed visionWith lifted eyes beholdsAnd feels the swift transitionOf glory that enfolds;When from the skies descendingThe hosts of Heaven bringThe Kingdom never-endingOf which all peoples sing—O Spirit, wilt thou blendingHail the coming of the King?
When earth the blessed vision
With lifted eyes beholds
And feels the swift transition
Of glory that enfolds;
When from the skies descending
The hosts of Heaven bring
The Kingdom never-ending
Of which all peoples sing—
O Spirit, wilt thou blending
Hail the coming of the King?
When thrones are set for mercyAnd love to ministerTo the naked, sick and thirstyAnd all who faint or err;When the Lord of glory reignethAnd choired censers swingWith the praises God ordainethAs Heavens their banners fling—O Soul, a crown that gaineth,Crown and enthrone the King!
When thrones are set for mercy
And love to minister
To the naked, sick and thirsty
And all who faint or err;
When the Lord of glory reigneth
And choired censers swing
With the praises God ordaineth
As Heavens their banners fling—
O Soul, a crown that gaineth,
Crown and enthrone the King!