The Crowning Day (Whittle)

Our Lord is now re­ject­ed

And by the world dis­owned

By the ma­ny still ne­glect­ed

And by the few en­throned

But soon He’ll come in glo­ry

The hour is draw­ing nigh

For the crown­ing day

Is com­ing by and by.

Oh

the crown­ing day is com­ing

Is com­ing by and by

When our Lord shall come in pow­er

And glo­ry from on high.

Oh

the glo­ri­ous sight will glad­den

Each wait­ing

watch­ful eye

In the crown­ing day

That’s com­ing by and by.

The heav’ns shall glow with splen­dor

But bright­er far than they

The saints shall shine in glo­ry

As Christ shall them ar­ray

The beau­ty of the Sav­ior

Shall daz­zle ev’ry eye

For the crown­ing day

Is com­ing by and by.

Our pain shall then be ov­er

We’ll sit and sigh no more

Behind us all of sor­row

And naught but joy be­fore

A joy in our Re­deem­er

As we to Him are nigh

For the crown­ing day

That’s com­ing by and by.

Let all that look for

hast­en

The com­ing joy­ful day

By ear­nest con­se­cra­tion

To walk the nar­row way

By ga­th’ring in the lost ones

For whom our Lord did die

For the crown­ing day

That’s com­ing by and by.