1 The King will come at age’s end,
The trumpets trill, the heavens rend,
Unveiling new Jerusalem. Alleluia!
2 The book of life will name its names,
Each bought by cross’s bitter pain,
Each inked in blood and sealed in flame. Alleluia!
3 All-glorious on his gleaming throne,
The King will claim his saints, his own,
And with them dwell and make a home. Alleluia!
4 And nights of tears, though late and long,
Will disappear in splendid dawn,
And deeps of death will all be gone. Alleluia!
5 Amen, amen! Lord Jesus, come!
My Savior fair, come bear me home.
For you are King of kings alone! Alleluia!