1 Oh, the glorious time is coming,
When the righteous hence will go,
Where the Savior, gently calling,
Crowns immortal will bestow.
There are garments white and shining,
Golden harps and joyous song;
These, in beauty never declining,
To the happy saints below.
Oh, the glorious time is coming,
Oh, the glorious time is coming
When the saints in light,
With Christ shall reign;
Oh yes! yes! yes!
The glorious time is coming
When the saints in light
With Christ shall reign.
2 There the happy, happy spirit
Feels an everlasting joy;
Singing angels, hovering near it,
Blest redemption’s songs employ.
Oh, the world of beauty blazing,
Where the happy spirits go!
Mortal tongue, with all its praising,
Never can those beauties show. [Refrain]
3 Yes, the glorious time is coming;
Trumpets soon will sound the day,
When this world shall cease its humming,
And the righteous flee away.
Flee away? yes, up to Jesus,
Round His throne to stand and sing,
Who from death’s dominion freed us,
Where eternal anthems ring. [Refrain]
Display Title: Glorious Time ComingFirst Line: Oh, the glorious time is comingTune Title: [Oh, the glorious time is coming]Author: Jonathan Dwight VintonSource: The Pilgrim's Harp by Asa Hull (Philadlephia: Asa Hull, 1869)