The Awakening

The morn­ing breaks

’tis bright and clear

The sha­dows of the night

Are fly­ing swift away;

A stir­ring cry sa­lutes the ear:

Jesus is com­ing soon.

The song of ju­bi­lee

It sweeps o’er land and sea;

With thou­sand voic­es strong

The chor­us speeds along—

One word of hope and cheer:

The king­dom now is near

Jesus is com­ing soon

Jesus is com­ing soon!

By form and creed are mill­ions bound

But God hath sent the Word

To loose the ir­on band—

Deliverance dawns with this glad sound:

Jesus is com­ing soon.

Salvation nears—the saints arise

And from the sleep of death

The slum­ber­ing na­tions wake;

We too shall mount the star­ry skies.

Jesus is com­ing soon.

Our glo­ri­ous king is com­ing soon—

It may be dark­est night

It may be morn or noon;

In glo­ry then His saints will reign.

Jesus is com­ing soon.

Awake

ye na­tions

from the dead

With ev­er­last­ing joy

Let praise your tongues em­ploy;

By this sweet hope be com­fort­ed;

Jesus is com­ing soon.

All praise and glo­ry to His name!

The King of kings is He

Earth’s sov­er­eign yet to be;

Let all the saints aloud pro­claim

Jesus is com­ing soon.