Whene’er I read God’s Holy Word,
Almost in every page,
I find the “Coming of the Lord”
My happy thoughts engage.
I once was sad whene’er I read,
Or thought upon that day,
For then that I believed in Christ
I could not really say.
I could not say that I should share
In that bright glory then;
For sin unpardoned, well I knew,
Would surely me condemn.
But now I know the Savior’s mine,
I wish the day to come.
For I shall be with Jesus then,
In my eternal home.
He bore my sins upon the tree
And put them all away;
’Tis this which makes me glad whene’er
I think upon that day.
I wish that all we love were one
With us in precious faith—
Were saved above the fear and dread
Of judgment and of death—
Could grasp this promise to their hearts,
And, joy to think! a home
Above the clouds, where Jesus is,
And cry, “Come, Savior, Come!”
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