Christ is com-ing! Let cre-a-tion
From her groans and tra-vail cease;
Let the glo-rious pro-cla-ma-tion
Hope re-store and faith in-crease:
Christ is com-ing! Christ is com-ing!
Come, Thou bless-ed Prince of Peace.
Earth can now but tell the sto-ry
Of Thy bit-ter cross and pain;
She shall yet be-hold Thy glo-ry,
When Thou com-est back to reign:
Christ is com-ing! Christ is com-ing!
Let each heart re-peat the strain.
Long Thine ex-iles have been pin-ing,
Far from rest, and home and Thee:
But, in heaven-ly ves-tures shin-ing,
They their lov-ing Lord shall see:
Christ is com-ing! Christ is com-ing!
Haste the joy-ous ju-bi-lee.
With that bless-ed hope be-fore us,
Let no harp re-main un-strung;
Let the might-y ad-vent cho-rus
On-ward roll from tongue to tongue:
"Christ is com-ing! Christ is com-ing!
Come, Lord Je-sus, quick-ly come!"