598 ~ Watch, Ye Saints


Watch, ye saints, with eyelids waking; Lo! the powers of heaven are shaking; Keep your lamps all trimmed and burning, Ready for your Lord's returning.


Lo! He comes, lo! Jesus comes; Lo! He comes, He comes all-glorious! Jesus comes to reign victorious, Lo! He comes, yes, Jesus comes.


Lo! the promise of your Savior, Pardoned sin and purchased favor, Blood-washed robes and crowns of glory; Haste to tell redemption's story.


Kingdoms at their base are crumbling, Hark! His chariot wheels are rumbling, Tell, O tell of grace abounding, While the seventh trump is sounding.


Nations wane, though proud and stately; Christ His kingdom hasteneth greatly; Earth her latest pangs is summing; Shout, ye saints, your Lord is coming.


Sinners, come, while Christ is pleading; Now for you He's interceding; Haste, ere grace and time diminished Shall proclaim the mystery finished.