Surely I Come Quickly

In the crim­son blush of morn­ing

In the glit­ter of the noon

In the mid­night’s gloomy dark­ness

Or the gleam­ing of the moon

In the still­ness of the twilight

As it shim­mers in the sky

We are watch­ing

we are wait­ing

For the end that draw­eth nigh.

We shall see Him in His splen­dor

And amid a count­less throng

On the clouds to earth des­cend­ing

With a move­ment swift and strong;

And the ang­els round about Him

In their daz­zling white ar­ray

While be­fore Him sounds the sum­mons

For the fi­nal judg­ment day.

And the trum­pet’s peal­ing clang­or

Will ap­pal­ling ter­rors spread;

It will break the sleep of ag­es

And will rouse the sheet­ed dead;

Waxing loud and ev­er loud­er

It will pierce to ev­ery tomb;

It will call the saints to glo­ry

And the si­nners to their doom.

He will wel­come all His people

He will dia­dem His own;

He will show to them His glo­ry

And will share with them His throne;

And for­ev­er in His pre­sence

They shall see Him face to face

While they chant His match­less wis­dom

And ex­tol His won­drous grace.

He is com­ing

sure­ly com­ing

For His pro­mise can­not fail;

And the scof­fers shall be­hold Him

And be­fore Him they shall quail!

He is com­ing

quick­ly com­ing!

But His com­ing we shall greet

We have wait­ed for His ad­vent

And have list­ened for His feet.