When the King Shall Come (Crosby)

Oh

the wea­ry night is wan­ing

And the clouds are roll­ing by;

See

the long ex­pect­ed morn­ing

Now is dawn­ing in the sky;

When from Zi­on’s lof­ty mount­ain

We shall hear the watch­men cry

And re­joic­ing we shall ga­ther

When the King shall come.

O Zi­on! O Zi­on!

Great will be Thy tri­umph

When the King shall come;

O Zi­on! O Zi­on!

Thou shalt be ex­alt­ed

When the King shall come.

When the ran­somed of Je­ho­vah

From the east and from the west

Shall re­turn with joy and glad­ness

To re­ceive the pro­mised rest—

Then shall ev­ery tribe and na­tion

Out of ev­ery land be blessed

And re­joic­ing they shall ga­ther

When the King shall come.

May He find us

when He com­eth

Faithful watch­ers

day and night

At our roy­al post of du­ty

With our ar­mor shin­ing bright;

May our lamps be trimmed and burn­ing

With a clear and stea­dy light

That re­joic­ing we may ga­ther

When the King shall come.