That blissful morn is drawing near,
When Christ in glory shall appear
And call his bride away.
Her blessing then shall be complete,
When with her Lord she takes her seat,
In everlasting day.
The days and months are gliding past;
Soon we shall hear the trumpets blast
Which wakes the sleeping saints.
The dead in Christ shall first arise;
When we with them shall reach the skies,
Where Jesus for us waits.
What wonder, joy, and glad surprise,
Shall fill our hearts, as thus we rise
To meet Him in the air.
To see His face—to hear His voice,
And in His perfect love rejoice;
Whose glory there we’ll share.
No more deferred our hopes shall be;
No longer “through a glass” we’ll see,
But clearly “face to face.”
We’ll dwell with Jesus then above,
Whom absent we have learned to love,
Rich samples of His grace.
Oh! may this hope our spirits cheer
Whilst waiting for our Saviour here;
He said “I’ll come again.”
Oh! may our hearts “look for” that “day,”
And to His word responsive say,
Come Jesus Lord. Amen.
G. W. F.