1 O’er all the land have the signs now ap­peared,
Telling us soon our dear Sav­ior will come;
Long has the worn pil­grim watched, hoped and feared,
Waiting for the bless­ed hope; O come, Sav­ior, come.

Refrain:
Sound forth the tid­ings, long, loud and clear;
Jesus is com­ing, and soon will ap­pear;
All hearts re­spond as we long for our home,
"Quickly come, O bless­èd Jesus;
Come, Sav­ior, come."

2 Signs in the sun and the moon and the stars,
Faithfully show that the great day is near;
Nations dis­tressed by the ru­mors of wars,
And the hearts of wick­ed men are fail­ing for fear. [Refrain]

3 These, to the pil­grim, are omens of cheer;
Toiling and sigh­ing in life’s gloomy way;
All, all pro­claim that the Sav­ior is near,
And the light is dawn­ing of that soon com­ing day. [Refrain]

4 Then let us ral­ly, and fresh cour­age take;
Soon we will hear our dear Lord’s lov­ing oice;
Those who will now all their er­rors for­sake,
Soon the pear­ly gates will en­ter; sing and re­joice. [Refrain]