How sweet are the tidings that greet the pilgrim’s ear,
As he wanders in exile from home!
Soon, soon will Savior in glory appear,
And soon will the kingdom come.
The mossy old graves where the pilgrims sleep
Shall be open as wide as before,
And the millions that sleep in the mighty deep
Shall live on this earth once more.
There we’ll meet ne’er to part in our happy Eden home,
Sweet songs of redemption we’ll sing;
From the north, from the south, all the ransomed shall come,
And worship our heavenly King.
Hallelujah, Amen! hallelujah again!
Soon, if faithful, we all shall be there,
O, be watchful, be hopeful, be joyful till then,
And a crown of bright glory we’ll wear.