The Lord is com­ing, let this be
The her­ald note of ju­bi­lee;
And when we meet and when we part
The sal­uta­tion from the heart.

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The Lord is com­ing, let this be
The her­ald note of ju­bi­lee,
The her­ald note of ju­bi­lee.

The Lord is com­ing! sound it forth
From east to west, from south to north;
Speed on! speed on the tid­ings glad,
That none who love Him may be sad.

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The Lord is com­ing, swift and sure
And all His judg­ments shall en­dure;
And none can hope t’es­cape His wrath,
Who walk not in the nar­row path.

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The earth, with her ten thou­sand wrongs
Will soon be tuned in nob­ler songs;
Our praise shall then, in realms of light,
With all His uni­verse unite.

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