Written ByThoro Harris
In these, the closing days of time,
What joy the glorious hope affords,
That soon, o, wondrous truth sublime!
He shall reign, King of kings and Lord of lords.
He’s coming soon, he’s coming soon;
With joy we welcome his returning;
It may be morn’, it may be night or noon;
We know he’s coming soon.
The signs around in earth and air,
Or painted on the starlit sky,
God’s faithful witnesses declare
That the coming of the Saviour draweth nigh.
The dead in Christ who ‘neath us lie,
In countless numbers, all shall rise
When through the portals of the sky
He shall come to prepare our paradise.
And we, who living, yet remain,
Caught up, shall meet our faithful Lord;
This hope we cherish not in vain,
But we comfort one another by this word.