When the peo­ple of all na­tions
Have been told of Je­sus’ birth,
And the sto­ry of
His dy­ing love is known,
When the tid­ings of sal­va­tion
Have been preached o’er all the earth,
He will come and claim
The blood washed for His own.

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Then we’ll see Him, then we’ll see Him,
Then we’ll see Him robed in beau­ty
If we’ve lived in Chris­tian du­ty;
Then we’ll see Him, then we’ll see Him,
We will see Him in His beau­ty at the dawn.

When on Green­land’s icy mount­ains
And far In­dia’s co­ral strands
Every ear shall hear of Je­sus Christ the Son,
How they mocked Him,
How they scourged Him,
How they nailed His lov­ing hands,
How He died on Cal­va­ry for ev­ery one.

Refrain

Praise the Lord! the mist is clear­ing,
And the her­alds of the day
Bring the joy­ful news—
Oh! Bud of pro­mise, bloom!
For a sad­dened world in­vokes Thee,
Precious One; Oh! come we pray;
Sweep in view and let
Thy ran­somed enter home.

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Hark! we hear the trum­pet sound­ing,
See the hea­ven like a scroll,
Rolling back for us
To hear the grand roll call;
Then delay no long­er, sin­ner,
Have your name up­on Christ’s roll;
Even so, Lord Je­sus,
Come and take us all.

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