The Lord Will Appear

As the light­ning’s bright flash

On the east­ern ho­ri­zon

Sweeps ov­er the sky

When a storm draw­eth near;

So the peo­ple of earth

Shall awake to the com­ing

Of Him who will soon in

His glo­ry ap­pear.

Then be watch­ing and wait­ing

Then be watch­ing and wait­ing

For we know not the hour

When He com­eth in pow­er!

Then be watch­ing and wait­ing

The Lord will ap­pear!

Oh

who then shall go for­ward

In tri­umph to meet Him;

And who shall be scat­tered

Like ter­ri­fied flocks?

Who shall lift up glad voic­es

With prais­es to greet Him

And who for a shel­ter

Will cry to the rocks?

Oh

the child­ren of faith who

Await His ap­pear­ing

Shall joy in His pre­sence

And bask in His love;

For their souls have been washed in

The blood of His ran­som

And fit­ted through Him for

The glo­ry ab­ove.