Oh, the glo­ri­ous time is com­ing,
When the right­eous hence will go,
Where the Sav­ior, gent­ly call­ing,
Crowns im­mor­tal will be­stow.
There are gar­ments white and shin­ing,
Golden harps and joy­ous song;
These, in beau­ty ne’er de­clin­ing,
To the hap­py saints be­low.

Refrain

Oh, the glo­ri­ous time is com­ing,
Coming, com­ing;
Oh, the glo­ri­ous time is com­ing
When the saints in light,
With Christ shall reign;
Oh yes! yes! yes!
The glo­ri­ous time is com­ing
When the saints in light
With Christ shall reign.

There the hap­py, hap­py spir­it
Feels an ev­er­last­ing joy;
Singing an­gels, hov­er­ing near it,
Blest re­demp­tion’s songs em­ploy.
Oh, the world of beau­ty blaz­ing,
Where the hap­py spir­its go!
Mortal tongue, with all its prais­ing,
Never can those beau­ties show.

Refrain

Yes, the glo­ri­ous time is com­ing;
Trumpets soon will sound the day,
When this world shall cease its hum­ming,
And the right­eous flee away.
Flee away? yes, up to Je­sus,
Round His throne to stand and sing,
Who from death’s do­min­ion freed us,
Where eter­nal an­thems ring.

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