1 In the glow of early morning,
In the solemn hush of night,
Down from heaven’s open portals
Steals a messenger of light,
Whisp'ring sweetly to my spirit,
While the hosts of heaven sing:
This the wondrous thrilling story--
Christ is coming, Christ my King.
This the wondrous thrilling story—--
Christ is coming, Christ my King.
2 Oft methinks I hear His footsteps,
Stealing down the paths of time;
And the future, dark with shadows,
Brightens with this hope sublime.
Sound the soul inspiring anthem;
Angel hosts, your harps attune;
Earth’s long night is almost over--
Christ is coming, coming soon.
Earth’s long night is almost over--
Christ is coming, coming soon.
3 Long we’ve waited, blest Redeemer,
Waited for the first bright ray
Of the morn when sin and sorrow
At Thy presence flee away.
But our vigil’s nearly over;
Hope of heav’n, O priceless boon!
In the east the glow appearing--
Christ is coming, coming soon.
In the east the glow appearing,--
Christ is coming, coming soon.
Source: Hymns for the Living Church #186