Jesus the King is coming
Lo, in the eastern sky,
Signs of approaching glory;
Surely redemption draweth nigh.

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Coming, coming,
Coming again for me;
Soon I shall see my Savior,
Like Him I then shall be.

Jesus is quickly coming;
’Twill not be very long
Ere we shall hail our Bridegroom
With all the bright, angelic throng.

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Then all who sleep in Jesus,
Waking shall upward rise;
“We who remain,” together
With them caught up to Paradise.

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O what a glorious prospect!
O what a hope divine!
Thru the eternal ages
Jesus will be forever mine.

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Heir to the life immortal,
Joint ruler on His throne,
Partaker of His glory,
Jesus will be my very own.

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Glory to God the Father,
Glory to Christ the Son,
And to the Holy Spirit
For our redemption freely won.

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Son of Man, to Thee I cry;
By the wondrous mystery
Of Thy dwelling here on earth,
By Thy pure and holy birth,
Lord, Thy presence let me see,
Manifest Thyself to me.

Son of Man, to Thee I cry;
By Thy bitter agony,
By Thy pangs, to us unknown,
By Thy Spirit’s parting groan,
Lord, Thy presence let me see,
Manifest Thyself to me.

Prince of Life, to Thee I cry;
By Thy glorious majesty,
By Thy triumph o’er the grave,
Meek to suffer, strong to save,
Lord, Thy presence let me see,
Manifest Thyself to me.

Lord of Glory, God Most High,
Man exalted to the sky,
With Thy love my bosom fill,
Prompt me now to to Thy will;
Then Thy presence let me see,
Manifest Thyself to me.

Through the ages saints have wondered
When the promised day will be,
When in power and brightest glory
Our returning Lord we’ll see;
Searching the Scripture for signs of the times:
Plague, earthquake, famine, false Christs and shrines;
War and commotion, and signs in the sky;
So lift up your heads, redemption then is nigh!

But the scoffers mock the promise,
Walking in their lust and pride,
Saying, “Where, then, is your savior?
Nothing changes—he has lied.”
Prophecy fails not! He knew they would speak
Against His Word, deceiving the weak.
Yes, we know Jesus is faithful and true,
Preparing our mansion, making all things new.

At the time appointed, angels
Will the silver trumpet peal;
In the heavens shall the nations
See the Son of Man revealed.
Tombs, graves and oceans, relinquish their hold—
Saints from the four winds, now crowned with gold;
Those making merry, now shaking with dread,
For He has returned to judge the quick and dead.

But we know not of the hour,
When His promise He will keep;
Therefore must we keep awatching,
Lest our Lord find us asleep.
For all will see Him, with scales and a sword,
Dispensing justice, sure as His Word;
Prepare to meet Him, with lamp in your hand,
The Bridegroom is coming—rise and greet the Lamb!