Watch, ye saints, with eyelids waking;
Lo! The powers of heeav’n are shaking;
Keep your lamps all trimm’d and burning,
Ready for your Lord’s returning.
Lo! The powers of heeav’n are shaking;
Keep your lamps all trimm’d and burning,
Ready for your Lord’s returning.
[CHORUS]
Lo! He comes, lo! Jesus comes;
Lo! He comes, He comes all glorious!
Jesus comes to reign victorious,
Lo! He comes, yes, Jesus comes!
Kingdoms at their base are crumbling,
Hark! His chariot wheels are rumbling;
Tell, O tell of grace abounding,
Whilst the seventh trump is sounding.
Nations wane, tho’ proud and stately;
Christ his kingdom hasteneth greatly,
Earth her latest pangs is summing;
Shout, ye saints, your Lord is coming.
Sinners, come, while Christ is pleading;
Now for you he’s interceding;
Haste,ere grace and time diminished,
Shall proclaim the mystery finished.