Don’t You See My Jesus Coming?

Don’t you see my Je­sus com­ing?

Don’t you see

in yon­der cloud?

With ten thou­sand an­gels round Him

See how they my Je­sus crowd?

Don’t you see His arms ex­tend­ed?

Don’t you hear His charm­ing voice?

Each lov­ing heart beats high for glo­ry

Oh! my Je­sus is my choice.

Don’t you see the saints as­cend­ing?

Hear them shout­ing through the air?

Jesus smil­ing

trum­pets sound­ing

Now His glo­ry they shall share.

Don’t you see the heav­ens open?

And the saints in glo­ry there;

Shouts of tri­umph burst­ing round you

Glory

glo­ry

glo­ry here.

Come back­slid­ers

tho’ you’ve pierced Him

And have caused His Church to mourn;

Yet you may re­tain free par­don

If you will to Him re­turn.

Now be­hold each lov­ing spir­it

Shout the praise of His dear name;

View the smiles of their dear Je­sus

While His pre­sence feeds the flame.

There we’ll range the fields of plea­sure

By our dear Re­deem­er’s side

Shouting glo­ry

glo­ry

glo­ry

While eter­nal ages glide.