HE is coming, coming for us;
Soon we'll see His light afar,
On the dark horizon rising,
As the Bright and Morning Star,
Cheering many a waking watcher,
As the star whose kindly ray
Heralds the approaching morning
Just before the break of day.
Oh! what joy, as night hangs round us,
'Tis to think of morning's ray;
Sweet to know He's coming for us,
Just before the break of day.
He is coming, coming for us;
Soon we'll hear His voice on high;
Dead and living, rising, changing,
In the twinkling of an eye
Shall be caught up together,
For the meeting in the air;
With a shout the Lord, descending,
Shall Himself await us there.
Oh! what joy that great foregathering
Trusted meeting in the air;
Sweet to know He's coming for us,
Calling us to join Him there.
He is coming—oh! how solemn
When the Judge's voice is heard,
And in His own light He shows us
Every thought, and act, and word.
Deeds of merit as we thought them,
He will show us were but sin,
Little acts we had forgotten
He will tell us were for Him.
Oh! what joy when He imputeth
Righteousness instead of sin;
Sweet to take the linen garments,
All a gift, and all from Him.
He is coming as the Bridegroom,
Coming to unfold at last
The great secret of His purpose,
Mystery of ages past.
And the Bride, to her is granted
In His beauty now to shine,
As in rapture she exclaimeth,
"I am His, and He is mine.”
Oh! what joy that marriage union,
Mystery of love divine;
Sweet to sing in all its fullness,
“I am His, and He is mine.'
He is coming, coming with us;
Armies follow in His train;
On His head are crowns of glory,
For He cometh now to reign.
See Him clothed in bloody vesture,
On His thigh behold the words,
Written for a name of glory—
“King of kings, and Lord of lords.
Oh! what joy to see His glory,
On our lips to take the words—
" Glory be to Him who cometh,
King of kings, and Lord of lords.”
A. A. M.