Christ Is Coming ! Let Creation
From Her Groans And Travail Cease;
Let The Glorious Proclamation
Hope Restore And Faith Increase:

Christ Is Coming I Christ Is Coming !
Come, Thou Blessed Prince Of Peace !
Christ Is Coming ! Christ Is Coming !
Come, Thou Blessed Prince Of Peace !

Earth Can Now But Tell The Story
Of Thy Bitter Cross And Pain;
She Shall Yet Behold Thy Glory
When Thou Comest Back To Reign.

Though Once Cradled In A Manger,
Oft No Pillow But The Sod;
Here An Alien And A Stranger,
Mocked Of Men, Disowned Of God:

Long Thy Exiles Have Been Pining,
Far From Rest, And Home, And Thee;
But, In Heavenly Vesture Shining,
Soon They Shall Thy Glory See.

With That Blessed Hope Before Us,
Let No Harp Remain Unstrung;
Let The Mighty Ransomed Chorus
Onward Roll From Tongue To Tongue.