We’re looking for His com­ing,
In the clouds of hea­ven,
Coming back to earth to catch away His own;
Then may we all be rea­dy,
When mid­night cry is giv­en,
To go and reign with Christ on His throne.

Refrain

Gladly may we her­ald the mes­sage
Of His bless­èd ap­pear­ing,
Soon He’s com­ing in glo­ry, tell to one and all;
Then awake, ye saints of the Lord,
Why slum­ber when the end is near­ing,
But get rea­dy for the fi­nal call.

We’re long­ing for the glo­ry
That awaits the faith­ful,
Who shall ov­er­come, and ev­ery con­flict win;
Press ev­er brave­ly on­ward,
The prize is life eter­nal
To all who win the fight ov­er sin.

Refrain

We’re pray­ing for the ad­vent
Of our bless­èd Sav­ior,
Who has pro­mised life to all who trust His grace;
His com­ing now is pend­ing,
The mes­sage be­ing giv­en,
And soon we’ll see our Lord face to face.

Refrain

We see the signs ap­pear­ing
Of His bless­èd com­ing,
Lo, be­hold the fig leaves now be­com­ing green;
The Gos­pel of His king­dom
Has gone to eve­ry na­tion;
That we are near the end can be seen.

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