The time shall surely come,
The hour is drawing near,
When in the clouds of heaven the Lord
To mortals shall appear.

Not in a lowly garb,
Shall we the Lord descry,
But decked in glory like the sun,
That lights the morning sky.

Not as in former days,
To pain and suffering sore,--
He comes to judge, Who came to save,--
To reign for evermore.

Then, O my soul, awake!
Put on thy garb of light,
Look for the dawn that brings the day,
All glorious and bright.

Wait, for the hour is nigh;
Watch, for His coming nears;
Be thou the faithful servant then,
When He, thy Lord, appears.