How Sweet Are the Tidings

How sweet are the tid­ings

That greet the pil­grim’s ear

As he wan­ders in ex­ile from home!

Soon

soon will the Sav­ior in glo­ry ap­pear

And soon will the king­dom come.

He’s com­ing

com­ing

com­ing soon I know

Coming back to this earth again;

And the weary pil­grims will to glo­ry go

When the Sav­ior comes to reign.

The mos­sy old graves

Where the pil­grims sleep

Shall op­en as wide as before

And the mill­ions that sleep in the migh­ty deep

Shall live on this earth once more.

There we’ll meet ne’er to part

In our hap­py Ed­en home

Sweet songs of re­demp­tion we’ll sing;

From the north

from the south

All the ran­somed shall come

And wor­ship our heav’n­ly king.

Hallelujah

Amen! hal­le­lu­jah again!

Soon

if faith­ful

we all shall be there;

O

be watch­ful

be hope­ful

be joy­ful till then

And a crown of bright glo­ry we’ll wear.