Some Sweet Day the Lord Will Come
Some sweet day my Lord will come,
Come to claim His own;
I shall meet Him face to face,
Before the Advent throne.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Like Him I shall be;
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
For I shall see Him as He is!
Some sweet day this body frail,
In a moment’s space,
Shall be changed and upward caught,
And stand before His face.
Some sweet day my hand shall clasp
Those long gone before;
Press them to my heart with joy,
To part again no more.
The King’s Business
“My King, and my God.” Psalm 84:3
I am a stranger here, within a foreign land;
My home is far away, upon a golden strand;
Ambassador to be of realms beyond the sea,
I’m here on business for my King.
This is the message that I bring,
A message angels fain would sing:
“Oh, be ye reconciled,”
Thus says my Lord and King,
“Oh, be ye reconciled to God.”
This is the King’s command: that all men, everywhere,
Repent and turn away from sin’s seductive snare;
That all who will obey, with Him shall reign for aye,
And that’s my business for my King.
My home is brighter far than Sharon’s rosy plain,
Eternal life and joy throughout its vast domain;
My Sovereign bids me tell how mortals there may dwell,
And that’s my business for my King.
Words: E. Taylor Cassel, 1902. Music: Flora H. Cassel (1852-1911).
Waiting for Thy Coming
“The coming of the Lord draweth nigh.” James 5:8
We are waiting, blessèd Saviour,
We are watching for the hour
When in majesty descending,
Thou shalt come in mighty power;
Then the shadows will be lifted,
And the darkness rolled away,
And our eyes behold the splendour
Of the glorious crowning day.
We are waiting, blessèd Saviour,
We are watching not in vain
For the cloud that bore Thee upward,
And will bring Thee back again.
Then, among Thy ransomed people,
We shall tread the shining way,
And our eyes behold the splendour
Of the glorious crowning day.
We are waiting, blessèd Saviour,
For a union, heart to heart,
With our dear ones o’er the river,
Where we nevermore shall part;
Then our sorrows, in a moment,
Like a dream will pass away,
When our eyes behold the splendour
Of the glorious crowning day.
Words: Fanny Crosby (1820-1915) Music: Ira D. Sankey (1840-1908)
“In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.” 1 Corinthians 15:52
When the trump of the great archangel
Its mighty tones shall sound,
And, the end of the age proclaiming,
Shall pierce the depths profound;
When the Son of Man shall come in His glory
To take the saints on high,
What a shouting in the skies from the multitudes that rise,
Changed in the twinkling of an eye.
Changed in the twinkling of an eye,
Changed in the twinkling of an eye,
The trumpet shall sound, the dead shall be raised,
Changed in the twinkling of an eye.
When He comes in the clouds descending,
And they who loved Him here,
From their graves shall awake and praise Him
With joy and not with fear;
When the body and the soul are united,
And clothed no more to die,
What a shouting there will be when each other’s face we see,
Changed in the twinkling of an eye.
O the seed that was sown in weakness
Shall then be raised in power
And the songs of the blood bought millions
Shall hail that blissful hour;
When we gather safely home in the morning,
And night’s dark shadows fly,
What a shouting on the shore when we meet to part no more,
Changed in the twinkling of an eye.
Lyrics by by Fanny J. Crosby Music by William J. Kirkpatrick
