In these, the clos­ing days of time,
What joy the glo­ri­ous hope af­fords,
That soon—O won­drous truth sub­lime!
He shall reign, King of kings and Lord of lords.

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He’s com­ing soon, He’s com­ing soon;
With joy we wel­come His re­turn­ing;
It may be morn, it may be night or noon—
We know He’s com­ing soon.

The signs around—in earth and air,
Or paint­ed on the star­lit sky,
God’s faith­ful wit­ness­es—de­clare
That the com­ing of the Sav­ior draw­eth nigh.

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The dead in Christ who ’neath us lie,
In count­less num­bers, all shall rise
When through the por­tals of the sky
He shall come to pre­pare our pa­ra­dise.

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And we, who liv­ing, yet re­main,
Caught up, shall meet our faith­ful Lord;
This hope we cher­ish not in vain,
But we com­fort one an­oth­er by this word.

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