THE GREAT CONSUMMATION.
By Lucina Moon
O, WEARY ones, lift up your heads;
Salvation's near at hand,
The Saviour soon, with open arms,
Will greet His faithful band.
Then troubles deep and trials sore
Our soul shall not oppress;
But life immortal, joys untold,
Will then our spirits bless. O lonely ones, your vision cast
On yonder bright abode,
Where Jesus lives to interpose
For you His precious blood.
Soon, very soon, the angel band,
With Jesus at their head,
Will come to change the living, and
To wake the sleeping dead. Then they who soon in peace shall meet
Their glorious coming Lord
In robes of righteousness shall shine,
Their lives of one accord.
Upon their lips no guile is found;
All spotless, pure, and bright,
They wait salvation from their foes,
Release from earth's dark night. Then hail our glorious coming Lord;
Ye saints His praises sing.
We'll greet Him soon, if faithful here.
All hail, our coming King!