Hymn/Song Information

The chariot the chariot its wheels roll

The chariot! the chariot!
its wheels roll in fire,
As the Lord cometh down
in the pomp of His ire!
Lo! self moving it drives
on its pathway of cloud,
And the heavens with
the burden of Godhead are bowed.

The glory! the glory!
around Him are poured
Mighty hosts of the angels
that wait on the Lord;
And the glorified saints
and the martyrs are there,
And there all who
the palm wreaths of victory wear.

The trumpet! the trumpet!
the dead have all heard,
Lo! the depths of the stone
covered charnel are stirred;
From the sea, from the earth,
from the south, from the north,
And the vast generations
of man are come forth.

The judgment! the judgment!
the thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and
the white vested elders are met;
There all flesh is at once
in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity
hangs on His word.

O mercy! O mercy!
look down from above,
Great Creator, on us,
Thy sad children, with love;
When beneath to their darkness
the wicked are driven,
May our justified souls
find a welcome in Heaven.

---Alternative verses---

The trumpet! the trumpet!
the dead have all heard,
Lo! the depths of the stone
covered charnel are stirred;
From the sea, from the earth,
from the south, from the north,
All the vast generations
of man are come forth.