Ransom’d sinners, see His ensign Waving thro’ the purpled air! ‘Midst ten thousand lightnings daring, Jesus’ praises to declare; How tremendous Is this dreadful, joyful day. Crowns and sceptres fall before Him, Kings and conquerors own His sway, Fearless potentates are trembling, While they see His lightnings play: How triumphant Is the world’s Redeemer now. Noon-day beauty in its lustre Doth in Jesus’ aspect shine, Blazing comets are not fiercer Than the flaming eyes Divine: O, how dreadful Doth the Crucified appear. Hear His voice as mighty thunder, Sounding in eternal roar! Far surpassing many waters Echoing wide from shore to shore: Hear His accents Through th’ unfathom’d deep resound: “Come,” He saith, “ye heirs of glory, Come, the purchase of my blood; Bless’d ye are, and bless’d ye shall be, Now ascend the mount of God; Angels guard them To the realms of endless day.” See ten thousand flaming seraphs From their thrones as lightnings fly; “Take,” they cry, “your seats above us, Nearest Him who rules the sky: Favorite sinners, How rewarded are you now!” Haste and taste celestial pleasure; Haste and reap immortal joys; Haste and drink the crystal river; Lift on high your choral voice, While archangels Shout aloud the great Amen. But the angry Lamb’s determin’d Every evil to descry; They who have His love rejected Shall before His vengeance fly, When He drives them To their everlasting doom. Now, in awful expectation, See the countless millions stand; Dread, dismay, and sore vexation, Seize the helpless, hopeless band; Baleful thunders, Stop and hear Jehovah’s voice! “Go from me,” He saith, “ye cursed— Ye for whom I bled in vain— Ye who have my grace refused— Hasten to eternal pain!” How victorious Is the conquering _Son of Man_!