Through the Ages Saints Have Wondered

Through the ag­es saints have won­dered

When the pro­mised day will be

When in pow­er and bright­est glo­ry

Our re­turn­ing Lord we’ll see;

Searching the Scrip­ture

For signs of the times:

Plague

earth­quake

fa­mine

False Christs and shrines;

War and com­mo­tion

And signs in the sky;

So lift up your heads

Redemption then is nigh!

But the scof­fers mock the pro­mise

Walking in their lust and pride

Saying

Where

then

is your sav­ior?

Nothing changes—he has lied.

Prophecy fails not!

He knew they would speak

Against His Word

Deceiving the weak.

Yes

we know Je­sus

Is faith­ful and true

Preparing our man­sion

Making all things new.

At the time ap­point­ed

an­gels

Will the sil­ver trumpet peal;

In the heav­ens shall the na­tions

See the Son of Man re­vealed.

Tombs

graves and oceans

Relinquish their hold—

Saints from the four winds

Now crowned with gold;

Those mak­ing mer­ry

Now shak­ing with dread

For He has re­turned to

Judge the quick and dead.

But we know not of the hour

When His pro­mise He will keep;

Therefore must we keep awatch­ing

Lest our Lord find us asleep.

For all will see Him

With scales and a sword

Dispensing jus­tice

Sure as His Word;

Prepare to meet Him

With lamp in your hand

The Bride­groom is com­ing—

Rise and greet the Lamb!