I

The time shall surely come,

The hour is drawing near,

When in the clouds of heaven the Lord

To mortals shall appear.

II

Not in a lowly garb,

Shall we the Lord descry,

But decked in glory like the sun,

That lights the morning sky.

III

Not as in former days,

To pain and suffering sore,--

He comes to judge, Who came to save,--

To reign for evermore.

IV

Then, O my soul, awake!

Put on thy garb of light,

Look for the dawn that brings the day,

All glorious and bright.

V

Wait, for the hour is nigh;

Watch, for His coming nears;

Be thou the faithful servant then,

When He, thy Lord, appears.