“This Same Jesus.”
Hopefully, gladly, the moment expecting,
Lord, of Thy coming to welcome Thine own;
Soon to behold Thee, Thy beauty reflecting,
Soon to sit down with Thyself on Thy throne.
Hopefully, knowing Thy promise is faithful,
Star of the morning, to beam on our sight;
Slumberers roused by the “Cry,” to be wakeful,
Wait for Thy coming, ‘mid shadows of night.
Gladly, to see for ourselves, “not another;”
Jesus, the one who said, “Come unto Me:”
More than the love of a friend or a brother,
Blessed Redeemer, our hearts find in Thee.
Moment by moment, Lord, be Thou awaited,
Known as the bridegroom to them that believe;
Bright be the hope Thou Thyself hast created,
“Quickly” Thou comest, Thine own to receive.