The Time Is Drawing Near

O the time is draw­ing near

When our Lord shall re­ap­pear

In His glo­ry from on high;

I shall look for Him to­day

Let Him come when­e’er He may

I’ll be with Him by and by.

When the trum­pet shall be blown

And He call­eth for His own

I will an­swer to my name;

Take the crown He giv­eth me

Wear it thro’ eter­ni­ty

And His prais­es loud pro­claim.

When He tells the dead to rise

Then the world will real­ize

What a Sav­ior is our Lord;

He will come to judge us all

Good and bad

and great and small

As re­cord­ed in His word.

O the right­eous in that day

Will be wel­comed there to stay

In the coun­try of the blest;

Yes

the right­eous He’ll re­ceive

All who in Him do be­lieve

Will be wel­comed there to rest.

Dare I say the Lord is late?

I will pa­tient I watch and wait

For His pro­mis­es are sure;

He will come down by and by

Then I’ll dwell with Him on high

With the ho­ly and the pure.

Should He come by day or night

Let our lamp be burn­ing bright

Trimmed and rea­dy for the King;

He will sit up­on His throne

When He ga­thers all His own:

They shall rest be­neath His wing.