The Millennial Dawn

When Je­sus comes to gather all His jewels

When He shall come

His own and loved to claim

Then what re­joic­ing! peace be­yond ex­press­ing

For the re­deemed who trust­ed in His name.

The ran­somed host shall see their bless­èd Sav­ior

They shall be­hold their mas­ter face to face;

And they who once did walk in faith be­side Him

Shall

with re­joic­ing

rest in His em­brace.

What tho’ dis­tressed by dir­est tri­bu­la­tion;

Look then to Christ

He’ll qui­et all your fears!

What tho’ the hours were spent in si­lent weep­ing?

His pierc­èd hand shall wipe away all tears!

What tho’ the dark night still be grow­ing dark­er?

Yet will the sha­dows ev­ery one be gone!

’Tis but the hour that must pre­cede the glo­ry

Of that new day of the mil­len­ni­al dawn!

In the ef­ful­gence of that per­fect day­break

When sin and sor­row shall be put to flight

The hea­vy clouds that once be­dimmed our vi­sion

Shall be rolled back

and Christ shall stand in sight.

Then Christ­ians

up! be gird­ing on your ar­mor;

Grasp ye the sword

O ev­er hold it fast;

Christ as your cap­tain

ne’er will let you fal­ter;

After the con­flict

peace shall reign at last!