When Je­sus comes in glo­ry,
As Lord and King of kings,
O what a won­drous sto­ry
The bless­èd Bi­ble brings;
His face will shine like sun­light,
His head be white as snow,
His eyes like flam­ing fire­light,
His feet like brass aglow.

His voice like rush­ing wa­ters
Will reach with migh­ty sound
Into the deep­est quar­ters
Of all cre­ation round;
And at this won­drous greet­ing
The dead in Christ shall rise,
Their Lord and Sav­ior meet­ing,
In glo­ry to the skies.

And we who are be­liev­ing,
And His ap­pear­ing love,
Shall know we are re­ceiv­ing
His glo­ry from above;
His re­sur­rect­ion pow­er
Will raise us to the place
Where we that won­drous hour
Shall see Him face to face.

O hast­en Thine ap­pear­ing,
Thou bright and morn­ing star!
Lord, may we soon be hear­ing
The trum­pet sound afar;
Thy peo­ple are all yearn­ing
To be Thy rap­tured bride,
And at Thine own re­turn­ing
Be caught up at Thy side.