There was One came to die in the sin­ner’s stead,
Who the full­ness of grace brought to view;
He is com­ing again, Judge of quick and dead,
And I love His ap­pearing, don’t you?

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I love His ap­pear­ing, I do (don’t you?)
The glad day is near­ing, ’tis true;
He will take us on high
Where the saints can­not die;
I love His ap­pear­ing, don’t you?

Then the child­ren of light who in Je­sus sleep,
Will awake, by His word formed anew;
O this hope in my heart grow­eth strong and deep,
And I long to be like Him, don’t you?

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All cre­ation has groaned in the thralls of pain,
While the faith­ful, the val­iant and true;
Cry, O mer­ci­ful Christ! take Thy pow’r and reign,
For they look for His king­dom, don’t you?

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Then the hea­vens shall melt at their mak­er’s voice,
And the earth shall be fa­shioned anew;
At the glo­ri­ous tho’t how the saints re­joice!
For they know He is com­ing, don’t you?

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