It won’t be ve­ry long till this short life shall end;
It won’t be ve­ry long till Je­sus shall des­cend;
And then the dead in Christ from beds of clay shall rise
To meet the Lord and King up yon­der in the skies.

Refrain

It won’t be ve­ry long, it won’t be ve­ry long,
Till Jesus shall ap­pear—that day is draw­ing near;
Will you be rea­dy then to meet the ran­somed throng?
Get ready for that day, it won’t be ve­ry long.

It won’t be ve­ry long till here we cease to roam;
It won’t be ve­ry long till all the saints get home;
And then with smil­ing face we’ll walk the streets of gold,
And sing the Sav­ior’s praise where saints are ne­ver old.

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It won’t be ve­ry long till bur­dens we lay down;
It won’t be ve­ry long till we re­ceive a crown;
And then we’ll shout and sing with an­gels round the throne,
And when we meet up there, we’ll know as we are known.

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It won’t be ve­ry long till earth shall pass away;
It won’t be ve­ry long till works of men de­cay;
But Jesus has pre­pared a hap­py dwell­ing place
For all who look above and trust His match­less grace.

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