1You will see your Lord a-coming,You will see your Lord a-coming,You will see your Lord a-comingIn a few more days. Refrain:Hear the band of music,Hear the band of music,Hear the band of musicwhich is sounding thro’ the air. 2Gabriel sounds his mighty trumpet,Gabriel sounds his mighty trumpet,Gabriel sounds his mighty trumpetIn a few more days. […]
1How far from? I asked, as onI bent my steps-the watchman spake:“the long, dark night is almost gone,The morning soon will break.Then weep no more, but speed thy flight,With Hope’s bright star guiding ray,Till thou shalt reach the realms of light,In everlasting days.” 2I asked the warrior on the field;This was his soul-inspiring song:“With courage,
1How cheering is the Christian’s hope,While toiling here below!It bouys us up while this passing throughThis wilderness of woe, 2It bouys us up while this passing throughThis wilderness of woe,It bouys us up while passing throughThis wilderness of woe. 3It points us to a land of rest,Where saints with Christ will reign;Where we shall meet
1I saw one weary, sad, and torn,With eager steps press on the way,Who long the hallowed cross had born,Still looking for the promised day;While many a line of grief and care,Upon his brow was furrowed there;I asked what buoyed his spirits up,“O this” said he-“the blessed hope.” 2And one I saw, with sword and shield,Who
1How sweet are the tidings that greet the pilgrim’s ear,As he wanders in exile from home!Soon, soon will the Savior in glory appear,And soon will the kingdom come. RefrainHe’s coming, coming, coming soon I know,Coming back to this earth again;And the weary pilgrims will to glory go,When the Savior comes to reign. 2The mossy old
1There’ll be no night in heaven,In that blest world above;No anxious toil, no weary hours;For labor there is love. RefrainThere’ll be no sorrow there,There’ll be no sorrow there;In heaven above, where all is love,There’ll be no sorrow there. 2There’ll be no grief in heaven;For life is one glad day,And tears are those of former thingsWhich
1I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger;I can tarry, I can tarry but a night;Do not detain me, for I am goingTo where the fountains are ever flowing. RefrainI’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger;I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 2There the glory is ever shining!O, my longing heart, my longing heart
1I’m but a stranger here,Heav’n is my home;Earth is a desert drear,Heav’n is my home.Danger and sorrow standRound me on every hand;Heav’n is my fatherland,Heav’n is my home. 2What though the tempest rage,Heav’n is my home;Short is my pilgrimage,Heav’n is my home;And time’s wild wintry blastSoon shall be over past;I shall reach home at last,Heav’n
1Lo, what a glorious sight appearsTo our believing eyes!The earth and seas are passed awayAnd the old rolling skies.And the old rolling skies,And the old rolling skies;The earth and seas are passed away,And the old rolling skies. RefrainO that will be joyful, joyful, joyful!O that will be joyfulWhen we meet to part no more!When we
1Long upon the mountains weary,Have the scattered flocks been torn;Dark the dessert paths, and dreary;Grievous trials have they borne.Now the gathering call is sounding,Solemn in its warning voice;Union, faith, and love, abounding,Bid the little flock rejoice. 2Now the light of truth they’re seeking,In its onward track pursue;All the ten commandments keeping,They are holy, just, and
