When the King comes back From the far-off land, And the trumpet sounds to meet Him; Oh! the joy that thrills Through the raptured band Of the saints, as they rise to greet Him. When the morning breaks On the hills of time, And the shadows all are fleeing; And the Bride awakes To the marriage chime, And her faith is turned to seeing. When the fight is o’er, And the victory won, And vanquished foe is flying; And the Captain calls Us every one To the crown of life undying. When the curse rolls away As He comes to reign, And the heav’ns and the earth adore Him, Whose ransom He paid, And beholds them again His own fair world before Him. Oh! hasten, Lord, That happy, happy day, And the kingdom of Thy glory; For our spirits burn As we muse on Thy return In the sweet, sweet Gospel story. Oh! we long to see Thee face to face, Where faith no longer abideth; Oh! we long to behold Thy full beauty and grace, Where the vision never fadeth. Oh! we long for the hour When Thy blood-bought power, Shall bring Thy full salvation; And the earth resound To her utmost bound With the song of the new creation. All blessing, glory, And honor be, And praise that ceaseth never, To Him that sits Upon the throne, And to the Lamb for ever.