First Line: Christ is coming ! let creation,

Christ is coming ! let creation
From her groans and travail cease;
Let the glorious proclamation
Hope restore and faith increase:

Christ is coming I Christ is coming !
Come, Thou blessed Prince of Peace !
Christ is coming ! Christ is coming !
Come, Thou blessed Prince of Peace !

2 Earth can now but tell the story
Of Thy bitter cross and pain;
She shall yet behold Thy glory
When Thou comest back to reign.

3 Though once cradled in a manger,
Oft no pillow but the sod;
Here an alien and a stranger,
Mocked of men, disowned of God:

4 Long Thy exiles have been pining,
Far from rest, and home, and Thee;
But, in heavenly vesture shining,
Soon they shall Thy glory see.

5 With that blessed hope before us,
Let no harp remain unstrung;
Let the mighty ransomed chorus
Onward roll from tongue to tongue.