It may be at morn, when the day is awaking
When sunlight through darkness and shadow is breaking
That Jesus will come in the fullness of glory
To receive from the world "His own."
O Lord Jesus, how long, how long
Ere we shout the glad song
Christ returneth! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Amen
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."
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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 through the clouds with our Lord into glory
When Jesus receives "His own."
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