When all around is drea­ry
There’s a thought that keeps me chee­ry,
Jesus is com­ing by and by;
I look be­yond my sor­row,
Unto the bright to­mor­row
Of His com­ing, His com­ing by and by.

Refrain

Jesus is com­ing by and by, by and by;
Coming, yes, He’s com­ing by and by;
We’ll be caught up to meet Him
In the twink­ling of an eye;
At His com­ing, His com­ing by and by.

There will be no more sad­ness,
It will all be turned to glad­ness,
Never a dark and cloudy sky;
No more on sick beds ly­ing,
No more the dread of dy­ing,
At His com­ing, His com­ing by and by.

Refrain

All doubts shall then have van­ished,
And all sor­row shall be ban­ished,
Never a tear will dim the eye.
No sigh­ing and no weepi­ng,
No Jor­dan’s river sweep­ing,
At His com­ing, His com­ing by and by.

Refrain