English poem
Christian Songs, Song LX
by John Glas (1809–1894)
When Jesus comes again, Faith shall be rare on earth to see; And sin abounding, then The love of many cold shall be! Let us beware, And watch with care, And for the faith contend: And jointly strive To keep alive Our hope, unto the end.
2 If we shall thus endure With patience suff'ring for his fake, His promise standeth sure That we shall in his joy partake: Beyond compare, The glories are, Which then reveal'd shall be; When cloth'd in light, 'Midst angels bright, He'll shine forth gloriously!
3 See men (as he foretold) Do put his coming far away; They purchase, plant, and build, As if this world should last for aye: Yet soon shall they In smoke decay; O may our faith be strong! What worldlings prize Let us despise; For Christ will come e'er long.
4 We've seen the man of sin Reveal'd, and to his height arise: And now consum'd again His kingdom almost ruin'd lies! That pow'r shall be Crush'd utterly, Before Christ's glory bright: Dire vengeance shall O'erwhelm them all Who dar'd his grace to slight!
5 His en'mies are reserv'd To dreadful scenes of endless woe: And have not we deserv'd To be shut out from comfort too? But bless'd be he Who set us free, And bore himself God's wrath! His work's compleat, Truth, mercy meet! The sting is drawn from death!
6 What then tho' famines spread, And pest'lence stalk, devouring round; Filling each heart with dread, While earthquakes rend the trembling ground: Tho' nations are Engag'd in war, And all is wild dismay, We without fear Our heads will rear, And cry, Lord come away!
7 Blest be his glorious name, That we've his perfect work to boast; That e'er he did proclaim He came to seek and save the lost! His love shall be Eternally Our joyful theme of praise: We will shout forth His matchless worth, And trust his boundless grace!