We’re looking for
His coming, in the
clouds of heaven,
Coming back to
earth to catch
away His own;
Then may we all be
ready, when
midnight cry is
given,
To go and reign
with Christ on His
throne.
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Gladly may we
herald the message
of His blessèd
appearing,
Soon He’s coming
in glory, tell to
one and all;
Then awake, ye
saints of the
Lord,
Why slumber when
the end is
nearing,
But get ready for
the final call.
We’re longing
for the glory that
awaits the
faithful,
Who shall
overcome, and
ev’ry conflict
win;
Press ever bravely
onward, the prize
is life eternal
To all who win the
fight over sin.
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We’re praying
for the advent of
our blessèd
Savior,
Who has promised
life to all who
trust His grace;
His coming now is
pending, the
message being
given,
And soon we’ll see
our Lord face to
face.
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We see the
signs appearing of
His blessèd
coming,
Lo, behold the fig
leaves now
becoming green;
The Gospel of His
kingdom has gone
to every nation;
That we are near
the end can be
seen.
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