The Day of Glory Bearing

The day of glo­ry bear­ing

Its bright­ness far and near

The day of Christ’s ap­pear­ing

We now no long­er fear;

The day when we shall meet Him

Triumphant in the sky

Believing hearts shall greet Him

With songs of vic­to­ry.

He

once a spot­less vic­tim

For us on Cal­va­ry bled;

Jehovah did af­flict Him

And bruise Him in our stead.

To Him by grace unit­ed

We joy in Him alone;

And now by faith

de­light­ed

Behold Him on the throne.

There He is in­ter­ced­ing

For all who on Him rest;

And grace

from Him pro­ceed­ing

Tells how in Him we’re blest.

Soon will He come in glo­ry

When all His saints He’ll raise

To chant their joy­ful sto­ry

In songs of loud­est praise.