Jesus is com­ing, tell the glad sto­ry;
Ring out the mes­sage, swell the re­frain;
Coming with an­gels, com­ing in glo­ry;
Coming on earth, then for­ever to reign:
Hope of the ag­es, and joy of the faith­ful,
Long by the pro­phets of Is­ra­el fore­told,
Regal in splen­dor, trans­cend­ent in beau­ty,
King of the saints, and Judge of the world.

Jesus is com­ing, morn­ing is break­ing,
See o’er the hill­tops gleams of the day;
Shadows are flee­ing, nations are wak­ing,
Armed for the con­flict in bat­tle ar­ray;
Onward to vic­to­ry, Thou Prince of sal­va­tion,
Sound the last trum­pet, re-ec­ho the call;
Strike in Thy pow­er, Thou stone of the mount­ain,
Kingdoms of earth, and rule ov­er­all.

Jesus is com­ing, judg­ment is near­ing;
Hasten, dear sin­ner, do not de­lay;
Yield to Him now, then at His ap­pear­ing,
You will es­cape from the wrath of that day;
List to His plead­ing in tones of com­pas­sion;
Look to Gol­go­tha, for you there He died;
Streams of sal­va­tion abun­dant are flow­ing,
Fresh from His feet, His hands and His side.

If you re­ject Him, how will you meet Him?
Think of the price He paid on the tree;
Where for thy par­don He gave full ran­som,
That you from bond­age might ev­er be free;
Seek thro’ re­pent­ance the gate­way to Ed­en;
Bring your trans­gress­ions, tho’ crim­son they be;
He’ll not re­ject thee, He’s still in­ter­ced­ing;
Take the free grace He of­fers to thee.