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| My King will soon come back again, 
 
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|  | 1. | My King will soon come back again, | 
|  |  | The sky be filled with Him; | 
|  |  | The universe to be redeemed | 
|  |  | Will see His light therein. | 
|  |  | The Lord will soon fulfill His plan, | 
|  |  | His footsteps now I hear; | 
|  |  | His glorious frame I faintly see | 
|  |  | Beginning to appear. | 
|  | 2. | I'm longing for His presence blest | 
|  |  | And dare not slothful be | 
|  |  | While waiting for my Lord's return, | 
|  |  | His own dear self to see. | 
|  |  | My only hope-the He may come | 
|  |  | And change my faith to sight; | 
|  |  | There is no other joy on earth | 
|  |  | Which gives my heart delight. | 
|  | 3. | My heart is always with Himself, | 
|  |  | My eyes are heavenward, | 
|  |  | My lips would utter nothing else | 
|  |  | Than meeting with my Lord. | 
|  |  | The coming of the Lord draws nigh, | 
|  |  | His coming is for me; | 
|  |  | His promise ever standeth firm | 
|  |  | And soon fulfilled I'll see. | 
|  | 4. | My Savior, all Thy holy words | 
|  |  | Can never doubted be; | 
|  |  | With them encouraged day by day, | 
|  |  | I'm faithful unto Thee. | 
|  |  | Oh, may Thy glory soon appear, | 
|  |  | The foe be overthrown; | 
|  |  | Thy promises be realized, | 
|  |  | And we brought to Thy throne. | 
|  | 5. | Thy saving arm a refuge is, | 
|  |  | My Savior God, to me; | 
|  |  | Thou as the father keepeth them; | 
|  |  | Who put their trust in Thee. | 
|  |  | The sheep and shepherd are of one, | 
|  |  | The head and body same; | 
|  |  | None e'er can pluck from out Thy hand | 
|  |  | The child who trusts Thy Name. | 
|  | 6. | A thousand hands won't hinder me, | 
|  |  | Nor will ten thousand eyes; | 
|  |  | The thorns upon the road but help | 
|  |  | Me onward to the prize. | 
|  |  | Arise, my spirit and my heart, | 
|  |  | And let the world go by; | 
|  |  | The Lord of life will take me soon | 
|  |  | To be with Him on high. | 
|  | 7. | Thou healing sun! Thou hope of man! | 
|  |  | I really love Thy ray. | 
|  |  | Oh, righteous Lord! oh, glorious King! | 
|  |  | I bow to Thee and pray: | 
|  |  | Oh, may Thou soon ascend Thy throne | 
|  |  | And quickly show Thy face; | 
|  |  | Thy heav'nly kingdom may Thou | 
|  |  | found | 
|  |  | And grant all men Thy grace. | 
|  | 8. | The truth should triumph and be king, | 
|  |  | And freedom should be queen; | 
|  |  | But falsehood, which has rampant run, | 
|  |  | Head of the world is seen. | 
|  |  | We ask Thee, Truth, to quickly come | 
|  |  | And bring Thy light from heav'n; | 
|  |  | The foe be crushed and all Thy sons | 
|  |  | Into Thy bosom giv'n. |