Christ is com­ing, quick­ly com­ing,
In a cloud of flam­ing fire;
Some will rise in glo­ri­ous bright­ness,
Others sink be­neath His ire.
Oh, the glo­ri­ous day of tri­umph,
For the soul that’s robed in white!
Saints will rise with shouts of vic­to­ry,
Sinners sink to end­less night.

Yes, we know that Christ is com­ing,
Soon we’ll hear the trum­pet sound;
We can meet Him, hal­le­lujah!
If in right­eous­ness we’re found.
But, this sin­ful world of dark­ness,
In their sins, will sink to hell!
Oh, the aw­ful cries of ang­uish!
Human tongues can ne­ver tell.

He is com­ing, quick­ly com­ing,
Every eye shall see Him then;
Oh, how sweet will be the meet­ing,
Where we’ll ne­ver part again.
Some will cry for rocks and mount­ains,
For to hide them from His face,
Those who now re­ject His mer­cy,
And will not ac­cept His grace.

Christ is com­ing, quick­ly com­ing,
Hear the warn­ing, ye that sleep,
Oh, pre­pare your soul to meet Him,
Or in ang­uish you will weep.
If He comes and you’re not rea­dy,
You’ll be ban­ished from His face,
If you now re­ject His mer­cy,
You’ll be lost with­out His grace.

Christ is com­ing, hal­le­lu­jah!
Shout His prais­es, all ye saints,
For we know His smiles will greet us,
As we en­ter thro’ the gates.
We are rea­dy, clad in white­ness,
All our sins are washed away;
With our bless­èd, lov­ing Sav­ior,
We’ll abide in end­less day.