Scripture Verse

Come, Lord Jesus. Revelation 22:20


Phoebe W. Palmer

Words: Phoe­be W. Palm­er, in Notes of Joy (New York: Wal­ter C. Palm­er, 1869).

Music: Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick, 1882 (🔊 pdf nwc).

William J. Kirkpatrick


Watch, ye saints, with eyelids waking,
Lo, the pow’rs of heav’n are shaking,
Keep your lamps all trimmed and burning,
Ready for your Lord’s returning.


Lo! He comes, lo! Jesus comes;
Lo! He comes, He comes all glorious!
Jesus comes to reign victorious,
Lo! He comes, yes! Jesus comes.

Lo! the promise of your Savior;
Pardoned sin and purchased favor,
Blood washed robes and crowns of glory;
Haste to tell redemption’s story.


King­doms at their base are crumbling,
Hark, His chariot wheels are rumbling;
Tell, O tell of grace abounding,
Whilst the seventh trump is sounding.


Nations wane, tho’ proud and stately,
Christ His kingdom hasteneth greatly;
Earth her latest pangs is summing,
Shout, ye saints, your Lord is coming.


Lamb of God! Thou meek and lowly,
Judah’s lion! high and holy;
Lo! Thy bride comes forth to meet Thee,
All in blood washed robes to greet Thee.


Sinners, come, while Christ is pleading,
Now for you He’s interceding;
Haste, ere grace and time diminished
Shall proclaim the mystery finished.