O child of God, there is for thee
A hope that shines amid the gloom,
A gladsome hope that thou shalt see
Thy Lord, for He will surely come.

Refrain

He’ll come, yes, He’ll come and tarry not;
He’ll come, yes, He’ll come and tarry not;
He’ll come, He’ll come,
He’ll come and tarry not.

When in this world His hands had made,
No room was found for Je­sus then;
The mountainside was oft His bed;
Now, glorified, He comes again.

Exalted now to Hea­ven’s throne,
The Sav­ior there of sinful men;
His loving heart yearns o’er His own,
And for them He will come again.

O child of God, thy lot may be
Oft mixed with trial, grief and pain;
Look up, He’ll surely come for thee;
He says, I’ll quickly come again.

Then joy unmingled will be thine,
Earth’s tears and trials all forgot;
So cheer thy heart, no more repine,
His word is sure: He’ll tarry not.