Soon skies will rend and Christ descend,
And every eye behold Him,
While angels bright in clouds of light,
In majesty enfold Him;
His trumpet sound will soon resound,
Thro’ earth and Heaven ringing,
His dead will wake, His bride He’ll take,
To marriage supper bringing.
Jesus, Lamb for sinners slain,
Oh how sweet the glad refrain,
Coming soon as king to reign,
Quickly come, Lord Jesus!
We then shall rise, and in the skies,
With heav’nly bliss and glory,
The graves shall quake, and coffins break,
And saints arise to meet Him;
Behold His face, oh wondrous grace!
And sing the
old, old story.
When by and by the sods will fly,
As we ascend to greet Him.
And when at last the rapture past,
And marriage feast is ended,
Then wars will cease and perfect peace
O’er all the world prevailing,
The bridal train returns again,
By heav’nly hosts defended;
And righteousness the world shall bless,
With not one promise failing.
Then Christ will reign and His domain,
From land to sea be given,
Oh, now awake! your sins forsake,
Repent, ’tis now or never!
His kingdom come, and will be done,
On earth as ’tis in Heaven.
Oh trust His grace, the cross embrace,
Or you are lost forever.
If you would share His kingdom fair
Be ready, now He calls you,
Too late, too late, if long you wait,
His coming is impending,
Oh to Him fly, while He is nigh,
Before His wrath befalls you;
Like lightning flash, and thunder crash,
He soon will be descending.