When Jesus comes in glory,
As
Lord and King of kings,
O
what a wondrous story
The
blessed Bible brings;
His
face will shine like sunlight,
His
head be white as snow,
His
eyes like flaming firelight,
His
feet like brass aglow.
2
His
voice like rushing waters
Will
reach with mighty sound
Into
the deepest quarters
Of
all creation round;
And
at this wondrous greeting
The
dead in Christ shall rise,
Their
Lord and Savior meeting,
In
glory in the skies.
3
And
we who are believing,
And
His appearing love,
Shall
know we are receiving
His
glory from above;
His
resurrection power
Will
raise us to the place
Where
we that wondrous hour
Shall
see Him face to face.
4
O
hasten Thine appearing,
Thou
bright and Morning Star!
Lord,
may we soon be hearing
The
trumpet sound afar;
Thy
people are all yearning
To
be Thy raptured bride,
And
at Thine own returning
Be
caught up at Thy side.