Lift up your heads, Pilgrims aweary,
See day's approach Now crimson the sky;
Night shadows flee, And your Beloved,
Awaited with longing, At last draweth nigh.
He is coming again, He is coming again,
The very same Jesus, Rejected of men;
He is coming again, He is coming again,
With power and great glory, He is coming again!
Dark was the night, Sin warred against us;
Heavy the load Of sorrow we bore;
But now we see Signs of his coming;
Our hearts glow within us, Joy's cup runneth o'er!
O blessed hope! O blissful promise!
Filling our hearts With rapture divine;
O day of days! Hail thine appearing!
Thy transcendent glory For ever shall shine.
Even so come, Precious Lord Jesus;
Creation waits Redemption to see;
Caught up in clouds, Soon we shall meet thee;
O blessed assurance, For ever with thee!