It Won’t Be Very Long

It won’t be ve­ry long till this short life shall end;

It won’t be ve­ry long till Je­sus shall des­cend;

And then the dead in Christ from beds of clay shall rise

To meet the Lord and King up yon­der in the skies.

It won’t be ve­ry long

it won’t be ve­ry long

Till Jesus shall ap­pear—that day is draw­ing near;

Will you be rea­dy then to meet the ran­somed throng?

Get ready for that day

it won’t be ve­ry long.

It won’t be ve­ry long till here we cease to roam;

It won’t be ve­ry long till all the saints get home;

And then with smil­ing face we’ll walk the streets of gold

And sing the Sav­ior’s praise where saints are nev­er old.

It won’t be ve­ry long till bur­dens we lay down;

It won’t be ve­ry long till we re­ceive a crown;

And then we’ll shout and sing with an­gels round the throne

And when we meet up there

we’ll know as we are known.

It won’t be ve­ry long till earth shall pass away;

It won’t be ve­ry long till works of men de­cay;

But Jesus has pre­pared a hap­py dwell­ing place

For all who look above and trust His match­less grace.