The glorious day is coming

The glorious day is coming,The hour is rolling on,Its radiant light is beaming,Resplendent as the sun;In yon bright clouds of heavenThe Savior will appear,And gather all his chosenTo meet him in the air.

Then fire, from God descending,Shall sweep this wide earth o'er,And nations, loud lamenting,Shall sink to rise no more.Though tears with groans are blended,Yet still in vain they cry;The day of hope is ended,The sinner now must die.

But saints shall be victorious,And joy to meet the Lord;An earth more bright and gloriousIs promised in his word.Our God himself, there reigning,Shall wipe all tears away;No clouds or night remaining,But one eternal day.

O, Christian! wake from sleeping,And let your works abound;Be watching, praying, weeping,For soon the trump will sound.O, sinner! hear the warning,TO JESUS QUICKLY FLY!Then you on that blest morningMay meet him in the sky.