He Is Coming

How sweet are the tidings that greet the pilgrim’s ear,
as he wander in ex-ile from home!
Soon, soon will the Saviour in glory appear,
And soon will the kingdom come.


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He’s coming, coming, coming soon, I know,
coming back to this earth again;
And the weary pilgrims will to glory go,
When the Saviour comes to reign.


The mossy old graves where the pil-grims sleep
shall be o-pen’d as wide as before,
and the millions that sleep in the mighty deep
shall live on this earth once more.


There we’ll meet ne’er to part in our happy Eden home,
Sweet songs or redemption we’ll sing;
From the north, from the South, all the ransom’d shall come,
And worship our heavenly King.


Hal-lelu-jah, A-men! Ha-le-lu-jah a-gain!
Soon, if faithful, we all shall be there;
O, be watchful, be hopeful- be joyful till then,
And a crown of bright glory we’ll wear.