1 Christ the Lord will come again,
None shall wait for Him in vain;
I shall then His glory see,
Christ will come, and call for me.
Not as when His humble birth
Graced the meanest place on earth;
Not as when His tender heart
Bled with sympathetic smart.
2 Not as when for us He stood
Surety to an injured God;
Not as when our sins He bore,
Gashed with wounds, and bathed in gore;
But with trumpet’s awful sound,
With immortal glory crowned;
On a bright celestial throne,
Our Redeemer will come down.
3 Then, when His almighty voice
Shakes the earth, and rends the skies,
Rising millions will proclaim
Our Emmanuel’s glorious name.
"This is our redeeming God!"
Ransomed hosts will shout aloud;
"Praise, eternal praise, be giv’n,
To the Lord of earth and Heav’n!"
4 Oh, that I may then be found,
With them, rising from the ground!
Joining their immortal song,
With a new celestial tongue!
Let us own the Savior’s name,
Where the wicked count it shame;
Then the righteous Judge will own
Ours before His Father’s throne.