The Gathering of the Saints

Are you rea­dy for the Bride­groom?

He may come this ve­ry night.

Are your lamps all trimmed and burn­ing

Are your gar­ments pure and white?

There will be no time for trad­ing

When the Church shall take her flight

Her Lord and king to meet.

O

the bless­èd time of greet­ing

O

the bless­èd time of meet­ing;

O

the bless­èd time of greet­ing

When we our Lord shall meet.

For the Lord Him­self shall then des­cend

From Heav­en with a shout;

When He comes in all His glo­ry

Satan’s hosts He’ll put to rout!

Then the Bride shall go to meet Him

Sinners then no more shall doubt;

That Christ is Lord and king.

Every eye shall then be­hold Him

Every knee be­fore Him bow;

Every tongue shall then con­fess Him:

Brethren

we ex­hort you now;

Let the ran­somed mount on joy­ful wings

And trum­pets loud­ly blow

All hail the King of kings.

Come

Lord Je­sus

O come quick­ly

Come and set Thy peo­ple free;

Come in glo­ry

might and pow­er

Come

we look and long for Thee;

Come

for all things now are rea­dy

Usher in the ju­bi­lee

When we our king shall see.