In expectation sweet,

We wait, and sing, and pray,

Till Christ’s triumphal car we meet,

And see an endless day.

2 He comes! the Conqueror comes!

Death falls beneath his sword;

The joyful prisoners burst their tombs,

And rise to meet their Lord.

3 The trumpet sounds—Awake!

Ye dead, to judgment come!

The pillars of creation shake,

While hell receives her doom.

4 Thrice happy morn for those

Who love the ways of peace;

No night of sorrow e’er shall close

Upon its perfect bliss.