Our Sav­ior Christ will quick­ly come,
As light­ning shines on high;
In clouds, with pow­er and glo­ry great,
Be seen by ev­ery eye.

While sud­den ter­rors seize His foes,
His wrath they can’t es­cape;
The saints’ re­demp­tion then ap­pears;
They real­ize their hope.

The dead are raised, the liv­ing changed,
From ev­ery land they come;
His Church’s num­ber all com­plete,
Th’elect are ga­thered home.

Oh glo­ri­ous hope! if Je­sus be
Our Savior and our friend,
For we shall then be with our Lord,
In joys that ne­ver end.

Oh! may we wait, and watch, and pray,
Look up, and, free from fear,
Our life be all de­vo­ted­ness,
Till He our Lord ap­pear.