We kicked off Advent rightly on Sunday with the ending processional hymn (I refuse to call it a recessional) with (one of) Charles Wesley's masterpieces' "Lo, He comes with Clouds Descending." At the risk of having this tune stuck in the heads of my readers all day, I just love the imagery in this hymn: " Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favored sinners slain; Thousand thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of His train: Hallelujah! Hallelujah! God appears on earth to reign. Every eye shall now behold Him Robed in dreadful majesty; Those who set at naught and sold Him, Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, Deeply wailing, deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. Every island, sea, and mountain, Heav'n and earth, shall flee away; All who hate Him must, confounded, Hear the trump proclaim the day: Come to judgment! Come to judgment! Come to judgment! Come away! Now redemption, long expected, See in solemn pomp appear; All His saints, by man ...