THE time's been long, yea, very long,
Since angels sang that sweet, sweet song,
“Peace, peace on earth; good will to men.”
'Twas most two thousand years ago;
Yet days they come, and days they go,
As time creeps on — but O, how slow!
And will He ever come again?
Yea, come again He surely will;
His word abideth faithful still.
List to the angels once again;
Hear what they say to sinful men —
“He'll come, He'll come, He'll come again.
He'll come the same, the very same,
As when before to earth He came.”
O, wondrous joy! yea, joy supreme!
We'll hear again that blessed name,
As when from angel lips it fell,
When heavenly beings came to tell
The story of His wondrous birth,
And herald peace and joy to earth.
He comes again earth to redeem
From curse of sin, and death, and pain.
Yea, praise His name, He'll come again
The same, the same, the very same,
As when before to earth He came.
And so we'll trust, nor ask Him when,
For He has said He'll come again.
