Again He’ll Come

From Ol­ive’s hill

the mul­ti­tude up­gaz­ing

Beheld

un­til the Sav­ior passed from view;

But ra­di­ant her­alds ut­tered words of pro­mise

He who has gone shall come again to you.

Again

again

the na­tions shall be­hold Him!

Again

again

en­robed in ma­jes­ty;

In clouds of glo­ry ev­ery eye shall see Him

Again

again

the King of Glo­ry see!

Again

but not in weak­ness or in sor­row;

Again

but not for bit­ter pain and loss;

The Son of God shall come in glo­ry splen­did

Again

but not to bear shame’s bit­ter cross.

O Zi­on

clothe thy­self in rai­ment ho­ly;

Lift up thine eyes to greet thy com­ing king;

Rejoice

re­joice

no more be robed in sor­row

Rejoice

O Zi­on

lift thy voice and sing.