← Advent Millennial Harp (1843) · p. 8

Advent

Don't you see my Jesus coming,

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Don't you see my Jesus coming,Don't you see in yonder cloud?With ten thousand angels round him,With ten thousand angels round him,See how they my Jesus crowd.

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Don't you see the saints ascending,Hear them shouting through the air?Jesus smiling, trumpets sounding,Jesus smiling, trumpets soundingNow his glory they shall share.

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Don't you see the heavens open,And the saints in glory there?Shouts of triumph bursting round you,Shouts of triumph bursting round you,Glory, glory, glory here!

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Come backsliders tho' you've pierc'd him,And have caused his church to mourn;You may yet regain free pardon,You may yet regain free pardon,If you will to him return.

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Now behold each loving spiritShout the praise of his dear name,View the smiles of their dear Jesus,View the smiles of their dear Jesus,While his presence feeds the flame.

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There we'll range the fields of pleasure,By our dear Redeemer's side,Shouting, glory, glory, glory !Shouting, glory, glory, glory !While eternal ages glide.