When the King Shall Claim His Own

In the glad time of the har­vest

In the grand mil­len­ni­al year

When the King shall take His scep­ter

And to judge the world ap­pear

Earth and sea shall yield their trea­sure

All shall stand be­fore the throne;

Just awards shall then be giv­en

When the King shall claim His own.

O the rap­ture of His peo­ple!

Long they’ve dwelt in earth’s low sod

With their hearts e’er turn­ing home­ward

Rich in faith and love to God.

They shall share the life im­mor­tal

They shall know as they are known

They shall pass the pear­ly por­tal

When the King shall claim His own.

Long they’ve toiled with­in the har­vest

Sown the pre­cious seed with tears;

Soon they’ll drop their hea­vy bur­dens

In the glad mil­len­ni­al years;

They shall share the bliss of Heav­en

Never more to sigh or moan;

Starry crowns shall then be giv­en

When the King shall claim His own.

We shall greet the loved and lov­ing

Who have left us lone­ly here;

Every heart­ache will be ban­ished

When the Sav­ior shall ap­pear;

Never grieved by sin or sor­row

Never wea­ry or alone;

O we long for that glad mor­row

When the King shall claim His own.