Down He comes
With hosts of white-robed
Saints a-riding
Time has lapsed
For Babylon’s charade
Wicked thrones
And merchants brought
To judgment
Wearers of that
Godless brand
Dismayed.
No more shame
Assaults our
Prince of Meekness.
Now He comes
In triumph
With His reign.
Darkness flees
He speaks and
Armies crumble.
Earth will never
Be the same again.
Look to Zion
Once encircled
By the vicious
Now at peace
With songs and order
All around.
See the Lamb
With kings and courts
Attending
His the seat
Where righteousness
Is found.