Christ Is Coming

Verse 1

In the glow of early morning, In the solemn hush of night, Down from heaven’s open portals Steals a messenger of light, Whisp'ring sweetly to my spirit, While the hosts of heaven sing: This the wondrous thrilling story-- Christ is coming, Christ my King. This the wondrous thrilling story—-- Christ is coming, Christ my King.

Verse 2

Oft methinks I hear His footsteps, Stealing down the paths of time; And the future, dark with shadows, Brightens with this hope sublime. Sound the soul inspiring anthem; Angel hosts, your harps attune; Earth’s long night is almost over-- Christ is coming, coming soon. Earth’s long night is almost over-- Christ is coming, coming soon.

Verse 3

Long we’ve waited, blest Redeemer, Waited for the first bright ray Of the morn when sin and sorrow At Thy presence flee away. But our vigil’s nearly over; Hope of heav’n, O priceless boon! In the east the glow appearing-- Christ is coming, coming soon. In the east the glow appearing,-- Christ is coming, coming soon.