M. J. Camp


LIFT up your heads, pilgrims aweary,

See day’s approach now crimson the sky;

Night shadows flee, and your Beloved,

Awaited with longing, at last draweth nigh.

He is coming again, He is coming again,

The very same Jesus, rejected of men;

He is coming again, He is coming again,

With power and great glory, He is coming again.


Dark was the night, sin warred against us;

Heavy the load of sorrow we bore;

But now we see signs of His coming;

Our hearts glow within us, joy’s cup runneth o’er!


O blessed hope! O blissful promise!

Filling our hearts with rapture divine;

O day of days! hail Thy appearing!

Thy transcendent glory forever shall shine!


Even so come, precious Lord Jesus;

Creation waits redemption to see;

Caught up in clouds, soon we shall meet Thee;

O blessed assurance, forever with Thee!


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