Christ is coming, quickly coming,
Art thou ready, sinner, say—
Are thy crimson sins forgiven,
In His blood all washed away?
Once on Calv'ry's cross He suffered,
Died in grace to set thee free,
Hast thou yet believed the tidings
Sent by God to you and me?
Jesus waiteth to be gracious,
Waiteth even now for thee,
Listen to His earnest pleading—
"Come, poor sinner, come to Me.”
Come and gaze, by faith, upon Him.
Sinner, come and look and live;
See He waiteth to receive thee
That He may thy sins forgive.
O! the bliss, the rest of knowing
Jesus as thy dearest Friend,
As thy Guide, thy Guard, thy Shepherd,
Who will love thee to the end.
Knowing God as thine own Father,
And His heaven thy glorious home—
This thy portion if thou heark'nest,
And to Jesus now dost come.
Then thou wilt not fear His coming;
Thou wilt hail with joy that day,
When He'll come and take His ransomed
To His Father's house away.
"GOD SHALL WIPE AWAY ALL TEARS FROM THEIR EYES: AND THERE SHALL BE NO MORE DEATH, NEITHER SORROW NOR CRYING, NEITHER SHALL THERE BE ANY MORE PAIN: FOR THE FORMER THINGS ARE PASSED AWAY."