The Sav­ior comes, His ad­vent’s nigh;
He soon will rend the az­ure sky,
Descending swift to earth again,
When God shall dwell in­deed with men.

O hap­py day, when wars shall cease,
And ran­somed earth be filled with peace
When sin and death no more shall reign,
And Ed­en bloom on earth again!

Saints, lift your heads; that day is near,
When your Re­deem­er shall ap­pear,
To take the king­dom and the crown.
And make His ran­somed bride His own.

Shall not His peo­ple sing for joy?
Shall not the church their songs em­ploy?
Sing, ye who will; sing while ye may,
And shout for joy th’ap­proach­ing day.