Christ Is Coming (Childress)

He is com­ing back in glo­ry

In the blest mil­len­ni­um time

With the chant­ing an­gel chor­us

And the gold­en harps sub­lime

Through the blend­ing blue in beau­ty

Will the heav­en­ly host ap­pear

And the saints shall rise to meet Him

Crying

Je­sus Christ is here.

He is com­ing back in glo­ry

Then the dead in Christ shall rise

In the splen­dor of His pre­sence

That will fill the earth and skies

And the dawn­ing of that morn­ing

To the won­der­ing earth will bring

All the ma­jes­ty

and the sov­er­eign­ty

Of Je­sus Christ

the Lord and King.

All the tow­ers of time shall crum­ble

That were built up­on the sand

But the man­sions of God’s chos­en

In bright ma­jes­ty shall stand;

Rolling tide

and migh­ty deep

See the ov­er­whelm­ing flood:

Nowhere will there be a re­fuge

For the soul

save in Je­sus’ blood.

Come

you saints of God

be rea­dy

For adown the heav­en­ly street

Shining an­gels strew their gar­lands

For the com­ing of His feet;

Tribulation and fear will pass away

Gone the dark­ness and the pain

Bars of hell will break at last

Christ has come to for­ev­er reign.