Look, my breth­ren, see the to­kens
O’er all the earth abroad,
All that ho­ly seers have spok­en
In the Word of God.

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Hold the faith, the Lord is com­ing!
Joy, the king­dom’s near!
Let your lamps be trimmed and burn­ing,
Christ will soon ap­pear!

Swift the sands of time are run­ning,
Day of doom draws near;
Soon with all His an­gels com­ing,
Throne and Judge ap­pear.

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Long ’mid scoffs and jeers we’ve wait­ed,
Mingling joy with tears:
For the truth des­pised and hat­ed,
Soon the crown we’ll wear.

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Then re­demp­tion’s won­drous sto­ry
Is for­ev­er told,
In God’s king­dom filled with glo­ry,
On its streets of gold.

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