The Lord Is Coming

The Lord is coming, let this be

The herald note of jubilee;

And when we meet and when we part

The salutation from the heart.

The Lord is coming! sound it forth

From east to west, from south to north;

Speed on! speed on the tidings glad,

That none who love Him may be sad.

The Lord is coming, swift and sure

And all His judgments shall endure,

And none can hope to escape His wrath,

Who walk not in the narrow path.

This earth, with her ten thousand wrongs

Will soon be tuned to nobler songs;

Our praise shall then, in realms of light,

With all His universe unite.