Jesus Is Coming (Ottman)

Hear the glad tid­ings

O Bride of the Bride­groom!

Rouse ye from slum­ber

the night is far gone;

Mystic in splen­dor

the morn­ing star shin­eth

Heralding ev­er the near­ing of dawn.

Jesus is com­ing

O sing hal­le­lu­jah!

Jesus is com­ing in glo­ry to reign;

Yes

He is com­ing

O sing hal­le­lu­jah

Jesus is com­ing again.

Loins should be gird­ed

and lights should be burn­ing

Watchmen are sound­ing the Ju­bi­lee horn;

Zion

her head from the dust is now lift­ing

Hailing the break of that glo­ri­ous morn.

Cloudless the morn­ing for which we have waited

Waited so wea­ri­ly

wait­ed so long!

Now it is com­ing

O sing hal­le­lu­jah!

Sing it! For this is the true glo­ry song.

Sleeping or wait­ing

re­deemed ones to­ge­ther

Caught up

the King in His beau­ty shall see;

Death with its sting shall again threat­en nev­er:

We

like our Lord shall for­ev­er­more be.