Hymn
Lift Up Your Heads, Pilgrims Aweary
Words: Camp, Mabel Johnston, 1871-1937 (1913)
Lift up your heads, Pilgrims a-weary, See day's approach Now crimson the sky; Night shadows flee, And your Beloved, Awaited with longing, At last draweth nigh.
Chorus
He is coming again, He is coming again, The very same Jesus, Rejected of men; He is coming again, He is coming again, With pow'r and great glory, He is coming again!
Dark was the night, Sin warred against us; Heavy the load Of sorrow we bore; But now we see Signs of His coming; Our hearts glow within us, Joy's cup runneth o'er! [Chorus]
O blessed hope! O blissful promise! Filling our hearts With rapture divine; O day of days! Hail Thy appearing! Thy transcendent glory Forever shall shine. [Chorus]
Even so, come, Precious Lord Jesus; Creation waits Redemption to see; Caught up in clouds, Soon we shall meet Thee; O blessed assurance, Forever with Thee! [Chorus]
Public domain · as printed in The New Christian Hymnal, 1929 · text courtesy of Hymnary.org. Wording may differ slightly from your hymn book.