The Coming of the Lord Draweth Nigh

Ye peo­ple of the Lord bowed with grief

Who weep and mourn and long for re­lief

Lift up your heads; be glad; cease to sigh

The com­ing of the Lord draw­eth nigh.

Rejoice in hope

for the Lord will come;

Rejoice in hope

for the Lord will come;

Rejoice in hope

for the Lord will come

And take you up to a bliss­ful home.

In sor­row are you bear­ing the cross

Afflicted

tried

as gold purg­ed of dross;

With joy en­dure

your hope fix on high

The com­ing of the Lord draw­eth nigh.

When sins and fears and doubts vex thy soul

When tri­als fierce like waves o’er thee roll

Have faith

for all will end by and by

The com­ing of the Lord draw­eth nigh.

Press on

press on with zeal in the race;

Thy God will give thee strength

give thee grace;

Faint not

but hear a voice from the sky

The coming of the Lord draw­eth nigh.