The Prince of Life, once slain for us,
Is now gone up on high;
Captivity was captive led,
And Christ no more can die.
His word is faithfulness and truth—
"Behold, I quickly come";
And faith, that counts the promise sure,
Can pierce the midnight gloom.
Far spent already is the night,
In hope we hail the day
Of the belovèd Lord's return,
To wipe all tears away.
Jesus, at the appointed hour,
In glory shall appear;
Then, fashioned by His mighty hand,
We shall His image bear.
Soon shall the saints with glory crowned
Dwell in that cloudless light,
And see their Lord in glory owned,
Heaven's constant, sweet delight.