Classic Poem

Stand, sinners, bend, or you must break,
You'll sing in heav'n, or groan in hell;
Not earth and hell combin'd can check
The pow'r of Christ's all-conqu'ring will.
Cho. Shout! for the Lord the Saviour's come ;
Let all the nations make him room.

Ten thousand thunders silenc'd, hide
Their dying sounds before his voice;
He speaks of peace, and empires wide,
And his all-cheering word rejoice.
Cho. Shout! &c.

Before him free salvation flows,
Like a broad river full and strong,
With crystal streams of life, for those
Though worship as he rides along.
Cho. Shout! &c.

His countenance exceeds the blaze
Of our most splendid noon-day sun;
Millions of dazzled seraphs gaze
With rev'rence while he shines alone.
Cho. Shout! &c.

The Sun of Righteousness, he shines
The light and life of heav'n and earth;
His beam; create celestial mines,
And gave celestial millions birth.
Cho. Shout! &c.

By him they live, to him they sing,
From him they look for life to come;
The church obeys him as her King,
The church enjoys him as her Home.
Cho. Shout! &c.