In these, the closing days of time

In these, the closing days of time What joy the glorious hope affords, That soon-O wondrous truth sublime! He shall reign, King of kings and Lord of Lords. # He’s coming soon, He’s coming soon; With joy we welcome His returning; It may be morn, it may be night or noon We know He’s coming soon. # The signs around-in earth and air, Or painted on the starlit sky, God’s faithful witnesses-declare That the coming of the Savior draweth nigh. # He’s coming soon, He’s coming soon; With joy we welcome His returning; It may be morn, it may be night or noon We know He’s coming soon. # The dead in Christ who ’neath us lie, In countless numbers, all shall rise When through the portals of the sky He shall come to prepare our paradise. # He’s coming soon, He’s coming soon; With joy we welcome His returning; It may be morn, it may be night or noon We know He’s coming soon. # And we, who living, yet remain, Caught up, shall meet our faithful Lord; This hope we cherish not in vain, But we comfort one another by this word. # He’s coming soon, He’s coming soon; With joy we welcome His returning; It may be morn, it may be night or noon We know He’s coming soon. #