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Behold, He cometh with the clouds

And with Him the armies of Heaven

Poised to slaughter the proud

And deliver us sisters and brethren

At the sound of mighty trumpets

His forces draw their swords

The morale of evil plummets

In the presence of the Sovereign Lord

"Depart from me! Ye accursed!"

The children of the dark

Know their end has come

Terror grips their hearts

For the kingdom of Satan is undone

Salvation has come at last

Let us join with Christ

Whose glory reigns unsurpassed