The Blessed Hope

We look for our Saviour, we look for His coming,

When living and sleeping shall meet in the skies,

When from every nation, with great jubilation,

The blood-bought unite at the wondrous assize.

We look for that season with Christ in the glory.

How wondrous 'twill be l - No mortal can tell.

When works now recorded shall then be rewarded

And, sharing His glory, with Him we shall dwell.

We look for that time when this earth, undistracted,

Shall cease from its wars and true peace shall enjoy,

With Christ's sceptre swaying and millions obeying

And Satan chain-bound; none shall hurt or destroy.

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