The Coming Glory

1I'M glad I know that Christ shall reign
In glory, glory, glory;
And come to earth in clouds again,
In glory, glory, glory.
'Tis glory's foretaste makes me sing,
Of glory, glory, glory;
And to my Saviour praises bring,
Sing glory, glory, glory.

2I hope to see him on the throne
In glory, glory, glory;
When he shall come to claim his own,
In glory, glory, glory;
I'll sing while mounting through the air,
Of glory, glory, glory;
To meet my Father's children there,
In glory, glory, glory.

3Come on, dear friends, let's mend our pace,
To glory, glory, glory;
We soon shall see him face to face,
In glory, glory, glory.
The Bride shall reign, the Bridegroom too,
In glory, glory, glory;
Let's keep the blessed prize in view,
'Tis glory, glory, glory.