We’re looking for His com­ing,
In the clouds of hea­ven,
Coming back to earth to catch away His own;
Then may we all be rea­dy,
When midnight cry is giv­en,
To go and reign with Christ on His throne.

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Gladly may we herald the mes­sage
Of His blessèd ap­pear­ing,
Soon He’s coming in glo­ry, tell to one and all;
Then awake, ye saints of the Lord,
Why slumber when the end is near­ing,
But get rea­dy for the final call.

We’re longing for the glo­ry
That awaits the faith­ful,
Who shall overcome, and ev’ry con­flict win;
Press ever bravely on­ward,
The prize is life eter­nal
To all who win the fight ov­er sin.

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We’re praying for the ad­vent
Of our blessèd Sav­ior,
Who has promised life to all who trust His grace;
His coming now is pend­ing,
The message being giv­en,
And soon we’ll see our Lord face to face.

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We see the signs ap­pear­ing
Of His blessèd com­ing,
Lo, behold the fig leaves now be­com­ing green;
The Gos­pel of His king­dom
Has gone to every na­tion;
That we are near the end can be seen.

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