1 He is coming back in glory,
In the blest millennium time,
With the chanting angel chorus,
And the golden harps sublime,
Through the blending blue in beauty
Will the heavenly host appear,
And the saints shall rise to meet Him,
Crying, Jesus Christ is here.

2 He is coming back in glory,
Then the dead in Christ shall rise,
In the splendor of His presence
That will fill the earth and skies,
And the dawning of that morning
To the wondering earth will bring
All the majesty, and the sovereignty,
Of Jesus Christ, the Lord and King.

3 All the towers of time shall crumble
That were built upon the sand,
But the mansions of God’s chosen
In bright majesty shall stand;
Rolling tide, and mighty deep,
See the overwhelming flood:
Nowhere will there be a refuge
For the soul, save in Jesus’ blood.

4 Come, you saints of God, be ready
For adown the heavenly street,
Shining angels strew their garlands
For the coming of His feet;
Tribulation and fear will pass away,
Gone the darkness and the pain,
Bars of hell will break at last,
Christ has come to forever reign.