The Saviour is coming, O children of light!

The Saviour is coming, O children of light!With hosts of the angels, the angels of might.Adown the bright azure, with banners of flame,He 'll come soon in triumph his loved ones to claim.

The trumpet long sounding, with notes loud and shrill,The dead will awaken in valley and hill.The touch of the Master we all soon shall feel;He 'll make us immortal, while glad anthems peal.

Away toward the city,—the city of gold,—We 'll mount with the Master, in numbers untold.He 'll deck every forehead with coronet bright,He 'll robe each believer in garments of white.

Through heaven's high portals we 'll enter at last,With shouts of rejoicing, our sorrows all past.Along the bright river,—the river of life,—We 'll wander together, our souls free from strife.

With harps and with voices we 'll join in the songOf Moses, the faithful, and Jesus, the strong,Then shout, O ye children, ye children of light,The Saviour is coming: he 's almost in sight!