When Jesus Comes in Glory

When Je­sus comes in glo­ry

As Lord and King of kings

O what a won­drous sto­ry

The bless­èd Bi­ble brings;

His face will shine like sun­light

His head be white as snow

His eyes like flam­ing fire­light

His feet like brass aglow.

His voice like rush­ing wa­ters

Will reach with migh­ty sound

Into the deep­est quar­ters

Of all cre­ation round;

And at this won­drous greet­ing

The dead in Christ shall rise

Their Lord and Sav­ior meet­ing

In glo­ry to the skies.

And we who are be­liev­ing

And His ap­pear­ing love

Shall know we are re­ceiv­ing

His glo­ry from above;

His re­sur­rect­ion pow­er

Will raise us to the place

Where we that won­drous hour

Shall see Him face to face.

O hast­en Thine ap­pear­ing

Thou bright and morn­ing star!

Lord

may we soon be hear­ing

The trum­pet sound afar;

Thy peo­ple are all yearn­ing

To be Thy rap­tured bride

And at Thine own re­turn­ing

Be caught up at Thy side.