1. Christ the Lord shall come again,
Not as in the an­cient sto­ry,
In a man­ger bed to lie.
All shall see Him in His glo­ry,
O’er the mount­ains white and hoa­ry,
As des­cend­ing from the sky,
Christ the Lord shall come again.

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Yes, the Lord shall come again!
Yes, the Lord shall come again!
Our re­demp­tion draw­eth near­er,
And the Mas­ter seem­eth near­er,
As the vi­sion shin­eth clear­er,
Of His com­ing once again.

2. Christ the Lord shall come again,
Not to bear a cross dis­tress­ing,
And in shame and woe to die.
Every hon­or now po­sess­ing,
Every tongue His reign con­fess­ing;
While, a scroll, rolls back the sky,
Christ the Lord shall come again.

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3. Christ the Lord shall come again,
Not to meet with taunt and scorn­ing,
Not to wear­iness and pain.
With His glo­ry all ad­orn­ing,
He shall ush­er in the morn­ing;
With the an­gels in His train,
Christ the Lord shall come again.

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