Time’s clock is strik­ing the hour,
Jesus will soon des­cend,
Clothed in the gar­ments of pow­er,
The reign of sin to end.
Then will this an­them be ring­ing
Like to a migh­ty flood,
Then ’round the throne we’ll be sing­ing,
Glory and praise to God.

Refrain

Glory, glo­ry to God!
Thus will the ran­somed sing;
Glory, glo­ry to God,
The ev­er­last­ing King!
Praise Him, al­le­lu­ia!
To that eter­nal sphere
We are wait­ing
For our trans­lat­ing;
The time is near.

In those bright man­sions su­per­nal,
Death can­not en­ter there;
Ages on ag­es eter­nal
His like­ness we shall bear.
There will the once brok­en heart­ed
Rest in the spi­rit know;
Sorrow for­ev­er de­part­ed,
Gladness shall ov­er­flow.

Refrain

Sighing for­ev­er is end­ed,
Foes shall op­press no more;
Voices in wor­ship are blend­ed
To Him whom all adore.
Bathed in the light soft and ten­der,
Sealed for eter­ni­ty,
Praise to the Lamb we will ren­der—
Worthy of praise is He.

Refrain

Beautiful, won­der­ful sto­ry!
Jesus Him­self the Light;
There in the king­dom of glo­ry
Never shall fall the night.
Now I am singing of Hea­ven,
While here I wage the strife;
Then will the vic­tors be giv­en
Crowns of eter­nal life.

Refrain