THE BLESSED TIDINGS

1HARK! hark! Hear the blest tidings;
Soon, soon, Jesus will come,
Robed, robed in honor and glory,
To gather his ransomed ones home.
Yes, yes, O yes,
To gather his ransomed ones home.

2Joy, joy, sound it more loudly,
Sing, sing glory, to God
Soon, soon Jesus is coming,
Publish the tidings abroad.

3Bright, bright, seraphs attending,
Shouts, shouts, filling the air;
Down, down, swiftly from heaven,
Jesus our Lord will appear.

4Now, now, through a glass darkly,
Shine, shine, visions to come,
Soon, soon, we shall behold them,
Cloudless and bright in our home.

5Long, long, we have been waiting,
Who, who, love his blest name;
Now, now, we are delighting,
Jesus is near to proclaim.

6Still, still, rest on the promise,
Cling, cling, fast to his word;
Wait, wait, if he should tarry,
Patiently wait for the Lord.