Come, Savior, Come

O’er all the land have the signs now ap­peared

Telling us soon our dear Sav­ior will come;

Long has the worn pil­grim watched

hoped and feared

Waiting for the bless­èd hope; O come

Sav­ior

come.

Sound forth the tid­ings

long

loud and clear;

Jesus is com­ing

and soon will ap­pear;

All hearts re­spond as we long for our home

Quickly come

O bless­èd Jesus;

Come

Sav­ior

come.

Signs in the sun and the moon and the stars

Faithfully show that the great day is near;

Nations dis­tressed by the ru­mors of wars

And the hearts of wick­ed men are fail­ing for fear.

These

to the pil­grim

are om­ens of cheer;

Toiling and sigh­ing in life’s gloomy way;

All

all pro­claim that the Sav­ior is near

And the light is dawn­ing of that soon com­ing day.

Then let us ral­ly

and fresh cour­age take;

Soon we will hear our dear Lord’s lov­ing voice;

Those who will now all their er­rors for­sake

Soon the pear­ly gates will en­ter; sing and re­joice.