I Love His Appearing

There was One came to die in the sin­ner’s stead

Who the full­ness of grace brought to view;

He is com­ing again

Judge of quick and dead

And I love His ap­pearing

don’t you?

I love His ap­pear­ing

I do (don’t you?)

The glad day is near­ing

’tis true;

He will take us on high

Where the saints can­not die;

I love His ap­pear­ing

don’t you?

Then the child­ren of light who in Je­sus sleep

Will awake

by His word formed anew;

O this hope in my heart grow­eth strong and deep

And I long to be like Him

don’t you?

All cre­ation has groaned in the thralls of pain

While the faith­ful

the val­iant and true;

Cry

O mer­ci­ful Christ! take Thy pow’r and reign

For they look for His king­dom

don’t you?

Then the heav­ens shall melt at their mak­er’s voice

And the earth shall be fa­shioned anew;

At the glo­ri­ous tho’t how the saints re­joice!

For they know He is com­ing

don’t you?