In Expectation Sweet

In ex­pect­ation sweet

We’ll wait

and sing

and pray

Till Christ’s tri­umph­al car we meet

And see an end­less day.

He comes! He comes! be­hold

His pre­sence melts the sky!

Celestial ar­mies

clad in gold

Around His cha­ri­ot fly.

He comes! the Con­quer­or comes!

Death falls be­neath His sword;

The joy­ful pri­son­ers burst the tombs

And rise to meet their Lord!

The trump­et sounds

Awake!

Ye dead

to judg­ment come!

The pil­lars of cre­ation shake

While hell re­ceives her doom.

Thrice hap­py morn for those

Who love the ways of peace;

No night of sor­row e’er shall close

Or shade

their per­fect bliss.