| 1 | My King will soon come back again, |
| | | The sky be filled with Him; |
| | The universe to be redeemed |
| | | Will see His light therein. |
| | The Lord will soon fulfill His plan, |
| | | His footsteps now I hear; |
| | His glorious frame I faintly see |
| | | Beginning to appear. |
| 2 | I’m longing for His presence blest |
| | | And dare not slothful be |
| | While waiting for my Lord’s return, |
| | | His own dear self to see. |
| | My only hope-that He may come |
| | | And change my faith to sight; |
| | There is no other joy on earth |
| | | Which gives my heart delight. |
| 3 | My heart is always with Himself, |
| | | My eyes are heavenward, |
| | My lips would utter nothing else |
| | | Than meeting with my Lord. |
| | The coming of the Lord draws nigh, |
| | | His coming is for me; |
| | His promise ever standeth firm |
| | | And soon fulfilled I’ll see. |
| 4 | My Savior, all Thy holy words |
| | | Can never doubted be; |
| | With them encouraged day by day, |
| | | I’m faithful unto Thee. |
| | Oh, may Thy glory soon appear, |
| | | The foe be overthrown; |
| | Thy promises be realized, |
| | | And we brought to Thy throne. |
| 5 | Thy saving arm a refuge is, |
| | | My Savior God, to me; |
| | Thou as the Father keepeth them |
| | | Who put their trust in Thee. |
| | The sheep and shepherd are of one, |
| | | The head and body same; |
| | None e’er can pluck from out Thy hand |
| | | The child who trusts Thy Name. |
| 6 | A thousand hands won’t hinder me, |
| | | Nor will ten thousand eyes; |
| | The thorns upon the road but help |
| | | Me onward to the prize. |
| | Arise, my spirit and my heart, |
| | | And let the world go by; |
| | The Lord of life will take me soon |
| | | To be with Him on high. |
| 7 | Thou healing sun! Thou hope of man! |
| | | I really love Thy ray. |
| | Oh, righteous Lord! oh, glorious King! |
| | | I bow to Thee and pray: |
| | Oh, may Thou soon ascend Thy throne |
| | | And quickly show Thy face; |
| | Thy heav’nly kingdom may Thou found |
| | | And grant all men Thy grace. |
| 8 | The truth should triumph and be king, |
| | | And freedom should be queen; |
| | But falsehood, which has rampant run, |
| | | Head of the world be seen. |
| | We ask Thee, Truth, to quickly come |
| | | And bring Thy light from heav’n; |
| | The foe be crushed and all Thy sons |
| | | Into Thy bosom giv’n. |
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