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.
# Hes coming soon, Hes coming soon;
With joy we welcome His returning;
It may be morn, it may be night or noon
We know Hes coming soon. #
The signs around-in earth and air,
Or painted on the starlit sky,
Gods faithful witnesses-declare
That the coming of the Savior draweth nigh.
# Hes coming soon, Hes coming soon;
With joy we welcome His returning;
It may be morn, it may be night or noon
We know Hes 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.
# Hes coming soon, Hes coming soon;
With joy we welcome His returning;
It may be morn, it may be night or noon
We know Hes 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.
# Hes coming soon, Hes coming soon;
With joy we welcome His returning;
It may be morn, it may be night or noon
We know Hes coming soon. #