Soon He comes! with clouds descending;
                                        
                                        All His saints, entombed arise;
                                        
                                        The redeemed, in anthems blending,
                                        
                                        Shout their vic’try thro’ the skies.
                                        
                                        O, we long for Thine appearing;
                                        
                                        Come, O Savior, quickly come!
                                        
                                        Blessed hope! our spirits cheering,
                                        
                                        Take Thy ransomed children home.