1 He is coming! He is nigh!
Sings of this we can descry;
Soon the clouds of midnight darkness will depart,
And in radiance passing fair,
We shall meet Him in the air,
He is coming! Oh, ‘tis music to the heart.
2 He is coming! Then shall all
His redeemed ones hear the call,
And as the lightning through the starry heavens dart,
They will be “caught up on high
In the twinkling of an eye.”
He is coming! blissful music to my heart.
3 He is coming! Gladness deep!
We with saints who were “asleep”
Shall be with Him in the Glory ne’er to part;
Weakness, pain, and suffering past,
Free from sin and care at last.
He is coming! heavenly music to my heart.
4 He is coming! Hope sublime!
Short is now the waiting time;
From mine eyes the tears of adoration start,
As I think that any day I may soar from earth away,
He is coming! and ‘tis music to my heart.
5 Precious Saviour, soon Thy voice
Will my ruptured soul rejoice,
And these longing eyes shall see
Thee as Thou art,
And be like Thee! Oh, what bliss,
Just anticipating this!
Thou art coming! ‘tis the music of my heart.