200. 'Tis the Hope of His Coming

’Tis the hope of His coming
That gladdens my heart,
That drives away sadness
And bids care depart;
No dread of the morrow,
No sorrow I see,
For Jesus is coming — 
He’s coming for me.
And though clouds darken o’er me,
Though storms may assail,
With Jesus beside me,
I’ll weather the gale;
The storm is without me,
No trouble within,
For Jesus, my Savior,
Has cleansed me from sin.
Yes, He’s coming, He’s coming,
I never may die;
’Tis Jesus, my Savior,
Whose coming is nigh.
I rest on His promise,
I trust His sure word;
Then quickly, come quickly,
O Jesus, my Lord.