Lift up your heads, pilgrims a-weary, See day’s approach now crimson the sky; Night shadows flee, and your Belovèd, Awaited with longing, at last draweth nigh.
Dark was the night, sin warred against us; Heavy the load of sorrow we bore; But now we see signs of His coming; Our hearts glow within us, joy’s cup runneth o’er!
O blessèd hope! O blissful promise! Filling our hearts with rapture divine; O day of days! Hail Thy appearing! Thy transcendent glory forever shall shine!
Even so come, precious Lord Jesus; Creation waits redemption to see; Caught up in clouds, soon we shall meet Thee; O blessèd assurance, forever with Thee!
He is coming again, He is coming again, The very same Jesus, rejected of men; He is coming again, He is coming again, With pow'r and great glory, He is coming again!