The Glorious Day Is Coming

The glor­ious day is com­ing

The hour is roll­ing on

Its ra­di­ant light is beam­ing

Resplendent as the sun;

In yon bright clouds of heav­en

The Sav­ior will ap­pear

And ga­ther all His chos­en

To meet Him in the air.

Then fire

from God des­cend­ing

Shall sweep this wide earth o’er

And na­tions

loud la­ment­ing

Shall sink to rise no more

Though tears with groans are blend­ed

Yet still in vain they cry;

The day of hope is end­ed:

The si­nner now must die.

But saints shall be vic­tor­ious

And joy to meet the Lord;

An earth more bright and glor­ious

Is pr­omised in His word.

Our God Him­self

there reign­ing

Shall wipe all tears away;

No clouds or night re­main­ing

But one eter­nal day.

O

Christ­ian! wake from sleep­ing

And let your works ab­ound;

Be watch­ing

pray­ing

weep­ing

For soon the trump will sound

O

sin­ner! hear the warn­ing;

To Je­sus quick­ly fly!

Then you on that blest morn­ing

May meet Him in the sky.