Christ is coming! ringing heavenward
Voices through the night;
Waiting with uplifted foreheads,
Stand the sons of light.
Heaven-lit eyes and hearts all burning,
Eager feet earth’s wild flowers spurning,
Lip to lip the cry repeating,
Heart to heart the answer beating,
Christ is coming―come, Lord, come!
Christ is coming! in a moment
Shall the shout resound;
And the voice of heaven’s archangel!
And God’s trumpet sound.
Then the dead by Jesus risen,
Burst they shall from earthly prison,
And the living upward soaring,
See their Lord with eyes adoring,
Christ is coming―Come, Lord, come!
Christ is coming! bear it onward
Writ on heart and brain,
Till, from all the courts of heaven,
Sounds the last Amen.
Till the watchmen of the dawning
Shall call out the blessed morning;
And the glad cry shall be given,
As the earth-horn rise to heaven.
Christ is coming―Come Lord, come!
Christ is coming! wait we ever
‘Mid the shadows dim;
Longing till the night’s dark pinions
Fold their plumes to Him.
Waiting by each gate of sorrow,
Thinking of the glad tomorrow,
Standing ‘neath His banner, keeping
Watch while all the world is sleeping.
Christ is coming―Come Lord, come!
Christ is coming! soon to take us
To His Father’s home;
He will come, no angel sending:
We are His alone.
And the pearly gates are open;
Hosts await the word unspoken;
And on earth, with eyes on glory,
We repeat the heavenly story.
Christ is coming―Come! Lord come!
Christ is coming, peal the anthem! ―
We have waited long;
Eager for the first glad rapture
Of the endless song.
Eager to bend down before Thee,
Longing, Saviour, to adore Thee,
Waiting till our lips forgiven
Shall repeat Thy praise in heaven,
Thou art coming―Come, Lord, come!