Will He Never Come Again?
By G. W. Scot
To a well-known Scottish air While our Saviour is on high,
Closing up His work for men,
Many hearts, near breaking, cry:
"Will He never come again?"
Will He never come again?
Will He never come again!
Thousands yearning, near to die;
Will He never come again! Thou hast redeemed us on the tree;
Our hearts are Thine, dear Jesus!
Whate'er the price of loyalty,
Paying it will please us:
For Thou saidst, "I come again,"
For Thou saidst, "I come again."
Help us serve Thee faithfully,
For Thou saidst, "I come again." Worldly gain is not our quest;
The cross, the cross our star shall be.
Satan's lures are naught at best.
We will love and trust in Thee,
Knowing Thou wilt come again,
Knowing Thou wilt come again.
From vain things we would be free,
Knowing Thou wilt come again. The way of life Thou hast made plain;
Our trials Thou art sharing.
Sometimes we sense Thy sorrow, pain,
Death, disgrace, despairing.
But Thou art to come again,
But Thou art to come again.
We may die at nerve and vein;
But Thou art to come again. Prophets fair, but false, deny
Thou wilt come to reign as King.
"Search His Word," is our reply,
"See fulfilled near everything.
And He soon will come again,
And He soon will come again;
So we lift our heads and sing,
And He soon will come again." Whatever here our lot may be,
'Tis but care, or toil, or strife;
But when our Lord's dear face we see,
We shall enter into life.
So we look for Him again,
So we look for Him again;
Living for eternity,
So we look for Him again.