Behold, He rides from heaven’s fire, The Faithful One, the True. His eyes are flames, His voice like thunder, He comes to make all things new. He is the King of Kings, The Lord of Lords, With the sword of His Word He strikes the earth. Glory to the Coming One, The Judge of living and of dead. Many crowns upon His forehead, Robed in glory soaked with blood. Armies of the heavens follow, Marching in a righteous flood. He is the King of Kings, The Lord of Lords, With the sword of His Word He strike