The Lord Himself shall come again,
His promise stands forever sure;
For us He has prepared the place,
The Father’s house, our home secure.
For where He is, His own must be,
To share with Him His joys on high;
For them He will Himself return:
Rejoice! Rejoice! for He is nigh.
The Lord Himself shall come again,
Into the air He will descend;
His welcome voice we soon shall hear,
Our pilgrim pathway soon shall end.
The dead in Christ in glory rise,
The living saints are made most fair;
Together all caught up to meet
Their Lord and Saviour in the air.
The Lord Himself shall come again,
With all His saints to take His throne;
He’ll reign supreme o’er all the earth,
He’ll hush the wide creation’s groan.
The wilderness shall then be glad,
The desert blossom by His Word;
And none shall hurt and none destroy,
For all shall know the glorious Lord.
The Lord Himself shall come again,
Though scoffers may deride His words;
They stand unchanged and cannot fail,
He’s King of kings and Lord of lords.
He will not tarry, but appear,
And all His foes shall vanquished be;
We see the day approaching fast:
Lord Jesus, come! We long for Thee!