The Coming of the Lord (Manville)

There’s an aw­ful day of trou­ble

Such as men have nev­er known

When God shall call the na­tions

To judg­ment at His throne

And when that day shall come

the

Saints will lift their heads and cry

For Him we’ve long been wait­ing

But His com­ing draw­eth nigh.

How oft we’ve asked each oth­er

I won­der when He’ll come;

I get so tired wait­ing

I’m sure it can’t be long:

For an­gels said He’d come again

The day He went on high;

And Je­sus said

Keep watch­ing

For My com­ing draw­eth nigh.

It may be in the ev­en­ing

Or it may be ear­ly dawn

Or at the mid­night hour when

The Lord again shall come;

So let us then be rea­dy all

To meet Him in the sky

Like faith­ful serv­ants wait­ing

For His com­ing draw­eth nigh.

How aw­ful for the wick­ed

When that day at last shall come

And God shall call both great and small

To meet the fi­nal doom

Then to the rocks and mount­ains

They’ll make a pi­te­ous cry

To hide them from His pre­sence;

Lo

His com­ing draw­eth nigh.