He is coming, the
Man of Sorrows,
Now exalted on high;
He is coming with loud hosannas,
In the clouds of the sky.
He is coming again;
And with joy we shall gather round Him,
At His coming to reign.
He is coming, our loving Savior,
Blessèd Lamb that was slain;
In the glory of God the Father,
On the earth He shall reign.
He is coming, our Lord and master,
Our redeemer and king;
We shall see Him in all His beauty,
And His praise we shall sing.
He shall gather His chosen people,
Who are called by His name;
And the ransomed of every nation
For His own He shall claim.