Christ Is Coming (Macomber)

In the glow of ear­ly morn­ing

In the so­lemn hush of night;

Down from Heav­en’s op­en por­tals

Steals a mes­sen­ger of light

Whispering sweet­ly to my spir­it

While the hosts of Heav­en sing:

This the won­drous thrill­ing sto­ry:

Christ is com­ing—Christ my king.

This the won­drous thrill­ing sto­ry—

Christ is com­ing—Christ my king.

Oft me­thinks I hear His foot­steps

Stealing down the paths of time;

And the fu­ture dark with sha­dows

Brightens with this hope sub­lime.

Sound the soul in­spir­ing an­them;

Angel hosts

your harps at­tune;

Earth’s long night is al­most ov­er

Christ is com­ing—com­ing soon.

Earth’s long night is al­most ov­er

Christ is com­ing—com­ing soon.

Long we’ve wait­ed

blest Re­deem­er

Waited for the first bright ray

Of the morn when sin and sor­row

At Thy pre­sence flee away;

But our vi­gil’s near­ly ov­er;

Hope of Heav’n

oh

price­less boon!

In the east the glow ap­pear­ing

Christ is com­ing—com­ing soon.

In the east the glow ap­pear­ing

Christ is com­ing—com­ing soon.