Christ is com­ing! Let cre­ation
From her groans and tra­vail cease;
Let the glo­ri­ous pro­cla­ma­tion
Hope re­store and faith in­crease;
Christ is com­ing! Christ is com­ing!
Come, Thou bless­èd Prince of Peace.

Earth can now but tell the sto­ry
Of Thy bit­ter cross and pain;
She shall yet be­hold Thy glo­ry,
When Thou com­est back to reign;
Christ is com­ing! Christ is com­ing!
Let each heart re­peat the strain.

Though once cra­dled in a man­ger,
Oft no pil­low but the sod;
Here an ali­en and a stran­ger,
Mocked of men, dis­owned of God.
Christ is com­ing! Christ is com­ing!
Come, Thou bless­èd Prince of Peace!

Long Thine ex­iles have been pin­ing,
Far from rest, and home, and Thee;
But, in heav’n­ly ves­tures shin­ing,
They their lov­ing Lord shall see;
Christ is com­ing! Christ is com­ing!
Haste the joy­ous ju­bi­lee.

With that bless­èd hope be­fore us,
Let no harp re­main un­strung;
Let the migh­ty ad­vent chorus
Onward roll from tongue to tongue:
Christ is com­ing! Christ is com­ing!
Come, Lord Je­sus, quick­ly come!