In the clouds of heav’n re­turn­ing
To the earth again,
Soon we’ll meet the King of glo­ry,
And with Him shall reign.
Tho’ re­ject­ed by the build­ers,
Who did Him des­pise,
We’ll be changed and be like Him—
’Tis marvelous in our eyes.

Refrain

Sing hal­le­lu­jah! Let the an­them ring;
Shout loud the prais­es
Of our Sav­ior King:
To His throne of end­less glo­ry,
We with Him shall rise,
Clad in robes of spot­less white—
’Tis mar­vel­ous in our eyes.

Rise and trim your lamps, ye vir­gins,
For the mid­night nears;
Keep them filled with oil, and burn­ing,
Till the Lord ap­pears.
Gird your loins about with truth, keep
Looking to the skies,
Waiting for our Bride­groom King—
’Tis mar­vel­ous in our eyes.

Refrain

Blessèd are those faith­ful ser­vants,
At our Lord’s re­turn,
Whom He’ll find awake and watch­ing;
All the rest shall mourn.
He’ll re­ceive them to Him­self, to
Dwell in pa­ra­dise;
God shall wipe away their tears—
’Tis mar­vel­ous in our eyes.

Refrain