Soon the night of gloom will van­ish,
And the morn­ing dawn ap­pear;
When the Lord of glo­ry com­eth,
And His com­ing draw­eth near;
With an up­ward gaze we’re watch­ing
For His com­ing back again:
And with rap­ture we shall meet Him,
Evermore with Him to reign.

Refrain

Yes, our Lord is sure­ly com­ing,
And with joy we’ll glad­ly meet Him,
And with rap­ture we shall greet Him,
On that crown­ing day.

In that long ex­pect­ed hour,
When He cleaves the vault­ed sky,
To im­mor­tal He will change us,
In the twink­ling of an eye;
Then the graves of saints will op­en,
And the dead in Christ shall rise;
With the saints alive they’ll ga­ther,
Meet the Sav­ior in the skies.

Refrain

When this mor­tal flesh shall van­ish,
All im­mor­tal we shall be;
Rise to worlds of light and beau­ty,
Throughout all eter­ni­ty;
All the pow­ers of hell de­feat­ed,
Swallowed up in vic­to­ry;
We shall reign with Him in glo­ry,
Kings and priests for­ev­er be.

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