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.
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.
The Lord is coming! saints, rejoice!
We soon shall hear His glorious voice,
Majestic, uttered from afar,
As on He hastes His conquering car.
The Lord is coming! vengeful, dire,
Are all His judgments and His ire,
And none can hope to escape His wrath,
Who walk not in the narrow path.