He’s Coming Soon (Harris)

In these

the clos­ing days of time

What joy the glo­ri­ous hope af­fords

That soon—O won­drous truth sub­lime!

He shall reign

King of kings and Lord of lords.

He’s com­ing soon

He’s com­ing soon;

With joy we wel­come His re­turn­ing;

It may be morn

it may be night or noon—

We know He’s com­ing soon.

The signs around—in earth and air

Or paint­ed on the star­lit sky

God’s faith­ful wit­ness­es—de­clare

That the com­ing of the Sav­ior draw­eth nigh.

The dead in Christ who ’neath us lie

In count­less num­bers

all shall rise

When through the por­tals of the sky

He shall come to pre­pare our para­dise.

And we

who liv­ing

yet re­main

Caught up

shall meet our faith­ful Lord;

This hope we cher­ish not in vain

But we com­fort one an­oth­er by this word.