I am watch­ing for the com­ing
Of my Sav­ior and my king,
What a joy­ous hap­py meet­ing that will be!
I am wait­ing ev­ery day to
Hear the trum­pet’s aw­ful ring,
When the Son of Man shall come in ma­jes­ty.

Refrain

He is com­ing, He is com­ing,
He is com­ing soon to catch away His bride;
He is com­ing, He is com­ing,
O how hap­py will my place be at His side!

When the fig trees’ leaf ap­pears,
We know that sum­mer draw­eth nigh,
From the bond­age of the win­ter it is free;
As the light­ning shin­eth forth
Across the dark and stor­my sky,
So the com­ing of the Son of Man shall be.

Refrain

I am rea­dy now to meet Him,
For my lamp is burn­ing bright,
From all earth­ly ties and bond­age I am free;
He may be here ere the morn­ing,
Yes, per­haps be­fore the night,
Then for­ev­er with the Sav­ior I shall be.

Refrain