TIME’S clock is striking the hour,
Jesus will soon descend,
Clothed in the garments of power,
The reign of sin to end,
Then will this anthem be ringing,
Like to a mighty flood,
Then ‘round the throne we’ll be singing,
Glory and praise to God.
Glory, Glory to God!
Thus will the ransomed sing!
Glory, Glory to God!
The everlasting king!
Praise Him, alleluia!
To that eternal sphere,
We are waiting for our translating,
The time is near.
In those bright mansions supernal,
Death cannot enter there,
Ages on ages eternal,
His likeness we shall bear,
Then will the once broken hearted,
Rest in the Spirit know,
Sorrow forever departed,
Gladness shall overflow.
Sighing forever is ended,
Foes shall oppress no more,
Voices in worship are blended,
To him whom all adore,
Bathed in the light soft and tender,
Sealed for eternity,
Praise to the Lamb we will render,
Worthy of Praise is He.