Christ the Lord Will Come Again

Christ the Lord will come again

None shall wait for Him in vain;

I shall then His glo­ry see

Christ will come

and call for me.

Not as when His hum­ble birth

Graced the mean­est place on earth;

Not as when His ten­der heart

Bled with sym­pa­the­tic smart.

Not as when for us He stood

Surety to an in­jured God;

Not as when our sins He bore

Gashed with wounds

and bathed in gore;

But with trump­et’s aw­ful sound

With im­mor­tal glo­ry crowned;

On a bright ce­les­ti­al throne

Our Re­deem­er will come down.

Then

when His al­migh­ty voice

Shakes the earth

and rends the skies

Rising mill­ions will pro­claim

Our Em­ma­nu­el’s glor­ious name.

This is our re­deem­ing God!

Ransomed hosts will shout aloud;

Praise

eter­nal praise

be giv’n

To the Lord of earth and Heav’n!

Oh

that I may then be found

With them

ris­ing from the ground!

Joining their im­mor­tal song

With a new ce­les­ti­al tongue!

Let us own the Sav­ior’s name

Where the wicked count it shame;

Then the righ­teous Judge will own

Ours be­fore His Fa­ther’s throne.