I Love His Appearing (EN 5407)

1

There was One came to die in the sinner’s stead,

Who the fullness of grace brought to view;

He is coming again, Judge of quick and dead,

And I love His appearing, don’t you?

I love His appearing, I do, (don’t you?)

The glad day is nearing, ’tis true;

He will take us on high

Where the saints cannot die;

I love His appearing, don’t you?

2

Then the children of light who in Jesus sleep,

Will awake, by His word formed anew;

O this hope in my heart groweth strong and deep,

And I long to be like Him, don’t you?

3

All creation has groaned in the thralls of pain,

While the faithful, the valiant and true;

Cry, “O merciful Christ! take Thy pow’r and reign,”

For they look for His kingdom, don’t you?

4

Then the heavens shall melt at their Maker’s voice,

And the earth shall be fashioned anew;

At the glorious tho’t how the saints rejoice!

For they know He is coming, don’t you?