There’s an aw­ful day of trou­ble
Such as men have ne­ver known,
When God shall call the na­tions
To judg­ment at His throne,
And when that day shall come, the
Saints will lift their heads and cry,
For Him we’ve long been wait­ing,
But His com­ing draw­eth nigh.

How oft we’ve asked each oth­er
I won­der when He’ll come;
I get so tired wait­ing,
I’m sure it can’t be long:
For an­gels said He’d come again
The day He went on high;
And Je­sus said, Keep watch­ing,
For My com­ing draw­eth nigh.

It may be in the ev­en­ing,
Or it may be ear­ly dawn,
Or at the mid­night hour when
The Lord again shall come;
So let us then be rea­dy all
To meet Him in the sky,
Like faith­ful ser­vants wait­ing,
For His com­ing draw­eth nigh.

How aw­ful for the wick­ed
When that day at last shall come,
And God shall call both great and small
To meet the fi­nal doom,
Then to the rocks and mount­ains
They’ll make a pi­te­ous cry,
To hide them from His pre­sence;
Lo, His com­ing draw­eth nigh.