Anon.
IN glory bright He’ll come again,
Who in our stead endured the pain,
And was the Lamb for sinners slain:
The Lord will come again.
2
Ye saints of God, for whom He died,
In faith, and hope, and love abide,
As rocks unmoved ’mid swelling tide
Until He come.
3
Stand, soldier, stand: the battle’s roar
In that great day shall sound no more;
Then face the foe, and ne’er give o’er,
Until He come.
4
Toil, workman, toil, thy gracious Lord
Will give thee soon a full reward:
Then toil, obedient to His Word,
Until He come.
5
Sing, pilgrim, sing; Christ’s mighty hand
Will bring thee safe to that bright land:
Then sing; it is thy Lord’s command,
Until He come.
