The Great Glad Day

There will come a day

When the Lord shall say

To the saints of earth

Arise!

With their wings un­furled

They shall leave the world

For their man­sions in the skies.

O that great glad day

in His bright ar­ray

We shall then be­hold the King!

O the joy our souls shall in Heav­en know

In that good and great glad day!

O I look aloft and I won­der oft

When that bless­èd day shall dawn

It is hid­den yet

du­ty must be met

So in faith I’m press­ing on.

In the shin­ing ranks

Giving praise and thanks

Sinner

don’t you want a place?

Turn to Je­sus now

In con­tri­tion bow

He’ll pre­pare you through His grace.

Bells of Heav­en chime

Usher in the time

Come Thou

Christ

whom we ad­ore;

Golden harps

ring out

All ye saved men

shout

Glory

glo­ry ev­er­more.