He is coming, coming for us;
Soon we’ll see His light afar,
On the dark horizon gleaming,
As the Bright and Morning Star,
Cheering every waking watcher,
As the star whose kindly ray
Heralds the approaching morning
Just before the break of day.
Oh! what joy, as night hangs round us
‘Tis to think of morning’s ray;
Sweet to know He’s coming for us,
Just before the break of day.

He is coming, coming for us:
Soon we’ll hear His voice on high;
Dead and living, changed and rising,
In the twinkling of an eye
Shall be caught up all together,
For the meeting in the air;
With a shout the Lord, descending,
Shall Himself await us there.
Oh! what joy that great foregathering
Trysted meeting in the air;
Sweet to know He’s coming for us,
Calling us to join Him there.

He is coming-oh! how solemn
When the Judge’s voice is heard,
And in His own light He shows us
Every thought, and act, and word!
Deeds of merit as we thought them,
He will show us were but sin,
Little acts we had forgotten
He will tell us were for Him.
Oh! what joy, for He imputeth
Righteousness instead of sin;
Sweet to take the linen garments,
All a gift, and all from Him.

He is coming as the bridegroom,
Coming to unfold at last
The great secret of His purpose,
Mystery of ages past;
And the Bride, to her is granted
In His beauty there to shine,
As in rapture she exclaimeth,
"I am His, and He is mine."
Oh! what joy that marriage union-
Mystery of love divine;
Sweet to sing in all its fulness,
"I am His, and He is mine."