Hark! I hear the blest tidings

1Hark! I hear the blest tidings; Soon, soon, Jesus will come, Robed, robed in honor and glory, To gather his ransomed ones home. Yes, yes, oh! yes, To gather his ransomed ones home.

2Joy, joy, sound it more loudly; Sing, sing, Glory to God! Soon, soon Jesus is coming, Publish the tidings abroad. Yes, yes, oh! yes, Publish the tidings abroad.

3Bright, bright seraph's attending, Shouts, shouts, clothe the air; Oh, prepare, prepare to meet him; Jesus our Lord will appear. Yes, yes, oh! yes, Jesus our Lord will appear.

4Now, now through a glass darkly, Shine, shine visions to come; Soon, soon we shall behold them, Cloudless and bright in our home. Yes, yes, oh! yes, Cloudless and bright in our home.

5Long, long have we been waiting, Who, who love his blest name; Now, now we are delighting, Jesus is near to proclaim. Yes, yes, oh! yes, Jesus is near to proclaim.

6Still, still rest on the promise, Cling, cling fast to his word; What, what though the vision tarries? Patiently wait for the Lord. Yes, yes, oh! yes, Patiently wait for the Lord.