When the Gospel Race Is Run

When the Gos­pel race is run

When the Gen­tile day is done

Signs and won­ders there shall be

In the heav­en

and earth

and sea.

Jesus

in that aw­ful hour

Every soul shall own Thy pow­er

Every eye the cloud; shall scan

Signal of the Son of Man.

Lo! mid ter­ror and mid tears

Jesus in the clouds ap­pears

While the trump’s tre­men­dous blast

Peals

the loud­est and the last.

East and west

and south and north

Speeds each glo­ri­ous an­gel forth

Gathering in with glit­ter­ing wing

Zion’s saints to Zi­on’s king.

Man nor an­gel knows that day

Heaven and earth shall pass away;

Still shall stand the Sav­ior’s Word

Deathless as its death­less Lord.