The Coming of the Lord

Fast breaks the morn

all glo­ri­ous ap­pear­ing

Illumes the sky with bright­en­ing gold­en light;

Faint flash­es glow

His com­ing ev­er near­ing

Lo! on the sky the morn dis­pels the night.

Soldiers of Christ! Sol­diers of light!

Watch for His com­ing across the gold­en height;

Soldiers of Christ! Sol­diers of light!

Watch for His com­ing across the gold­en height.

Soon shall the trum­pet’s gold­en

aw­ful sound­ing

Wake sleep­ers all to meet the com­ing Host;

Hark! ev­en now the hills are all re­sound­ing

With joy­ful sounds to those who love Him most.

Then

faith­ful hearts

watch on

nor ev­er sleep­ing

Soon shall He come to greet His wait­ing bride;

O faith­ful souls! your lov­ing watch­es keep­ing

Lamps trimmed and burn­ing

watch what­e’er be­tide!