The day of glo­ry bear­ing,
Its bright­ness far and near,
The day of Christ’s ap­pear­ing
We now no long­er fear;
The day when we shall meet Him
Triumphant in the sky,
Believing hearts shall greet Him
With songs of vic­to­ry.

He, once a spot­less vic­tim,
For us on Cal­va­ry bled;
Jehovah did af­flict Him,
And bruise Him in our stead.
To Him by grace unit­ed,
We joy in Him alone;
And now by faith, de­light­ed,
Behold Him on the throne.

There He is in­ter­ced­ing,
For all who on Him rest;
And grace, from Him pro­ceed­ing,
Tells how in Him we’re blest.
Soon will He come in glo­ry,
When all His saints He’ll raise,
To chant their joy­ful sto­ry,
In songs of loud­est praise.