The Day of Christ (Skoog)

We wait for a great and glo­ri­ous day

As many as love the Lord

When sha­dows shall flee

and clouds pass away

And weep­ing no more be heard.

O won­der­ful day

that soon may be here!

O beau­ti­ful hope

the pil­grim to cheer!

Thy com­ing we hail in tune­ful ac­cord

Thou glo­ri­ous day of Christ

our Lord.

In glo­ry and pow’r our king shall ap­pear

And call to Him­self His own;

No dis­tance

nor death shall part them as here

Nor sin

with its pains

be known.

For cross­es we’ve born then crowns will be giv’n

For tem­pests

eter­nal calm;

For path­way of thorns

rich man­sions in Heav’n

For war­fare

the vic­tor’s palm.

We know not the day

we know not the hour

When sounds the last trump so clear;

But loud rings a cry from truth’s lof­ty tow­er

The day of the Lord is near.