4. As Judge, in clouds of light, He will come down again And all His scattered saints unite With Him in heaven to reign. 5. Before that dreadful day May all our sins be gone; May the old man be put away And the new man put on! 6. Praise to the Savior Son From the created host; Like praise be to the Father done And to the Holy Ghost. John Chandler, 1837, a. 138 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 6, 6 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates! Behold, the King of Glory waits; The King of kings is drawing near, The Savior of the world is here; Life and salvation He doth bring, Wherefore rejoice and gladly sing: We praise Thee, Father, now, Creator, wise art Thou! 2. The Lord is just, a Helper tried, Mercy is ever at His side, His kingly crown is holiness, His scepter, pity in distress; The end of all our woe He brings, Wherefore the earth is glad and sings: We praise Thee, Savior, now, Mighty in deed art Thou! 3. O blest the land, the city blest, Where Christ, the Ruler, is confessed! O happy hearts and happy homes To whom this King in triumph comes! The cloudless Sun of Joy He is, Who bringeth pure delight and bliss. We praise Thee, Spirit, now, Our Comforter art Thou! 4. Fling wide the portals of your heart, Make it a temple set apart From earthly use for heaven’s employ, Adorned with prayer and love and joy; So shall your Sovereign enter in And new and nobler life begin. To Thee, O God, be praise For word and deed and grace! 5. Redeemer, come! I open wide My heart to Thee; here, Lord, abide! Let me Thy inner presence feel, Thy grace and love in me reveal; Thy Holy Spirit guide us on Until our glorious goal be won! Eternal praise and fame We offer to Thy name. G. Weissel, 1633; C. Winkworth, tr., a. 139 C. M. Hark the glad sound! the Savior comes, The Savior promised long; Let every heart prepare a throne And every voice a song. 2. He comes the prisoners to release, In Satan’s bondage held; The gates of brass before Him burst, The iron fetters yield. 3. He comes from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray And on the eyeballs of the blind To pour the heav’nly day. 4. He comes the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure And with the treasures of His grace T’ enrich the humble poor. 5. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim. And heaven’s eternal arches ring With Thy beloved name. Philip Doddridge, 1735. 140