He Is Coming in the Clouds

On the re­sur­rect­ion morn­ing

We shall hear the clar­ion warn­ing

Hear the call (shall hear the call)

Of trum­pet loud (the trum­pet loud);

From the tombs there shall come leap­ing

Those awak­ened from death’s sleep­ing

At His com­ing (com­ing

com­ing)

At His com­ing in the clouds.

Sing ho­san­nas

sing hosan­nas;

When the Lord each bo­dy raises

We will shout and sing His prais­es

At His com­ing (com­ing

com­ing)

At His com­ing in the clouds.

O what joy

what ex­ul­ta­tion

When re­deemed from ev­ery na­tion

Shall com­pose (yes

shall com­pose)

The ran­somed crowds (the ran­somed crowds);

How each one will glad­ly greet Him

How each heart will thrill to meet Him

At His com­ing (com­ing

com­ing)

At His com­ing in the clouds.

Robes of white will there be giv­en

As we en­ter in­to Heav­en

Casting off (yes

cast­ing off)

The som­ber shrouds (all som­ber shrouds);

Never care or nev­er sor­row

We shall know on that bright mor­row

For He’s com­ing (com­ing

com­ing)

Yes

He’s com­ing in the clouds.

Friends who long ago de­part­ed

Left us lone and brok­en­heart­ed

As we went (yes

as we went)

In sor­row bowed (in sor­row bowed);

We shall greet with fond embrac­es

As we gaze in­to their fac­es

At His com­ing (com­ing

com­ing)

At His com­ing in the clouds.