SOON Christ the Lord will come
With shout in air,
To call His people home
To meet Him there,
We, in His glory bright, shall see Him shine,
And know the fulness of His love divine.
Ere long shall hear Him say,
Arise and come,
And gladly shall we go
To be at home,
Forever we shall be with Him above,
And prove the wondrous fulness of His love.
Lord, haste that happy day
When Thou wilt see
The travail of Thy soul,
And happy be,
When we, in Thine own likeness shall arise,
And meet Thee, blessed Saviour, in the skies.
We mourn Thine absence, Lord,
And long to be
Free from all taint of sin,
At home with Thee,
For never shall our hearts be satisfied
Until we see Thee as the One who died.