Scripture Verse

The seventh angel sounded; and there were great voices in Heaven, saying, The kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of His Christ; and He shall reign for ever and ever. Revelation 11:15

Introduction

Words: A. B. W., 1908, alt. Ap­peared in Hymns of the Se­cond Com­ing of Our Lord Je­sus Christ, ed­it­ed by Bai­lie Brown & Pe­ter P. Bil­horn (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Bil­horn Bro­thers, 1911), page 66.

Music: Vin­nyt­sia W. Still­man Mar­tin (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know A. B. W.’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

portrait
Stillman Martin (1862–1935)

Lyrics

The light of His com­ing is flash­ing afar,
The ris­ing and glo­ry of Beth­le­hem’s star,
The hea­vens re­ceive Him no long­er from sight,
Descending, en­com­passed with se­ra­phim bright.

Refrain

Rejoice, O ye faith­ful, the circ­ling of years
Has hast­ened His com­ing to dry up your tears;
The sweet fields of Eden again are re­stored—
The king­doms of earth now be­long to your Lord.

He comes, the Mes­si­ah, to har­vest the earth,
The gems of His crown are bright jew­els of worth;
The man­tle of death is now fold­ed away,
The faith­ful of ag­es are born in a day.

Refrain

Behold the des­pis­èd, the cru­ci­fied One,
Once led to the cross, now as­cend­ing the throne;
The kings of the earth cast their crowns at His feet,
The hosts of the hea­vens His prais­es re­peat.

Refrain

An ex­pand­ed, mo­di­fied ver­sion of these ly­rics was print­ed in The Ca­na­di­an Watch­man, vol­ume 1, num­ber 6 (Osha­wa, On­tar­io: June 1921), page 29, marked as Se­lect­ed.

The light of His com­ing is flash­ing afar,
The ris­ing and glo­ry of Beth­le­hem’s star;
The hea­vens con­ceal Him no long­er from sight,
Descending, en­com­passed with se­ra­phim bright.

He comes! lo, He comes for the har­vest of earth!
The gems of His crown are bright jew­els of worth;
And the man­tle of death is fold­ed away,
And the faith­ful of ag­es are born in a day.

Hail, land of the Ori­ent, lift up thy head!
The Just One has come; the de­stroy­er has fled!
The hills of Ju­dea with glad­ness re­joice,
And the trees clap their hands at the sound of His voice.

Thou tri­bute to stran­gers no long­er must yield,
Nor the place of His throne be plowed as a field;
But the ci­ty of God will arise on its height,
And the saved of the na­tions shall walk in its light.

Behold the des­pis­èd and cru­ci­fied One,
Once led to the cross, now as­cend­ing the throne!
And the kings of the earth cast their crowns at His feet,
And the hosts of the hea­vens His prais­es re­peat.

Rejoice, O ye faith­ful! the circ­ling of years
Has hast­ened His com­ing to dry up your tears;
The sweet fields of Ed­en again are re­stored—
The king­dom of Je­sus. Re­joice in the Lord!