It may be at morn, when the day is awaking,

When sunlight thro’ darkness and shadow is breaking.

That Jesus will come in, the fullness of glory,

To receive from the world “His own”

It may be at midday, it may be at twilight, It may be perchance,

that the blackness of midnight will burst into light

in the blaze of His glory.

When Jesus receives “His own.”

While its hosts cry Hosanna, from heaven descending

With glorified saints and the angels attending,

With grace on His brow, like a halo of glory.

Will Jesus receive “His own.”

Oh, joy! Oh, delight! should we go without dying;

” No sickness, no sadness, no dread, and no crying;

Caught up thro’ the clouds, with our Lord, into glory,

When Jesus receives “His own.”

Plaats een reactie

Deze site gebruikt Akismet om spam te verminderen. Bekijk hoe je reactie-gegevens worden verwerkt.