His Coming Draweth Nigh

Weary hands will cease from la­bor

Folded

they at rest will lie

For we have a bur­den bear­er

And His com­ing draw­eth nigh.

Yes

the wea­ry night is pass­ing

Dawn is break­ing in the sky;

We shall hail the glad to­mor­row

For His com­ing draw­eth nigh.

Sorrow will not last for­ev­er

Tears not al­ways dim the eye;

Jesus is our con­so­la­tion

And His com­ing draw­eth nigh.

Pain is not our last­ing por­tion

Balm des­cend­eth from on high

For we have a great phy­si­cian

And His com­ing draw­eth nigh.

Death is not to be eter­nal

Tho’ we all are doomed to die;

Jesus is the re­sur­rect­ion

And His com­ing draw­eth nigh.