1 Lift your heads he friends of Jesus,
Partners of his patience here;
Christ to all believers precious,
Lord of hosts shall soon appear;
Mark the tokens,
Of his heav'nly kingdom near.

2 Sun and moon are both confounded,
Darken'd into endless night;
When with angel hosts surrounded,
In his father's glory bright
Beams the Saviour,
Shines the everlasting light.

3 See the stars from heaven falling,
Hear on earth the doleful cry,
Men on rocks and mountains calling,
While the frowning Judge draws nigh,
Hide us, hide us,
Rocks and mountains, from his eye.

4 Lo, 'tis he, our heart's desire,
Come for his espous'd below!
Come to join us with his choir,
Come to make our joys o'er flow;
Palms of triumph,
Crowns of glory to bestow.