On the re­sur­rect­ion morn­ing
We shall hear the clar­ion warn­ing,
Hear the call (shall hear the call)
Of trum­pet loud (the trum­pet loud);
From the tombs there shall come leap­ing
Those awak­ened from death’s sleep­ing,
At His com­ing (com­ing, com­ing),
At His com­ing in the clouds.

Refrain

Sing ho­san­nas, sing hosan­nas;
When the Lord each bo­dy raises,
We will shout and sing His prais­es,
At His com­ing (com­ing, com­ing),
At His com­ing in the clouds.

O what joy, what ex­ul­ta­tion,
When re­deemed from ev­ery na­tion,
Shall com­pose (yes, shall com­pose)
The ran­somed crowds (the ran­somed crowds);
How each one will glad­ly greet Him,
How each heart will thrill to meet Him,
At His com­ing (com­ing, com­ing),
At His com­ing in the clouds.

Refrain

Robes of white will there be giv­en,
As we en­ter into Hea­ven,
Casting off (yes, cast­ing off)
The som­ber shrouds (all som­ber shrouds);
Never care or ne­ver sor­row
We shall know on that bright mor­row,
For He’s com­ing (com­ing, com­ing),
Yes, He’s com­ing in the clouds.

Refrain

Friends who long ago depart­ed
Left us lone and brok­en­heart­ed,
As we went (yes, as we went)
In sor­row bowed (in sor­row bowed);
We shall greet with fond embrac­es,
As we gaze in­to their fac­es,
At His com­ing (com­ing, com­ing),
At His com­ing in the clouds.

Refrain