When Signs and Wonders There Shall Be

When signs and won­ders there shall be

In sun

and moon

and stars;

When storms shall vex the roar­ing sea

And hearts shall fail with fears;

When guilty na­tions shrink with fright.

And dread their hast­en­ing doom;

Then

robed in ma­jes­ty and might

The Son of Man shall come.

Woe to the world

whose wail­ing throngs

Shall quake with sud­den fear;

Joy to the saints

whose thank­ful songs

Shall hail re­demp­tion near:

For them

with migh­ty trum­pet’s sound

Angelic le­gions blest

Shall fly to earth’s re­mot­est bound

To bear them to their rest.

O watch

ye saints

with burn­ing lamps

Until your Lord ap­pear;

The fig tree buds

the for­ests leave:

The sum­mer draw­eth near.

Blessèd are they who wait

and hope

And trust the faith­ful word;

They sud­denly shall be caught up

Forever with the Lord.