When Jesus comes in glory, As Lord and King of kings, O what a wondrous story The bless??d Bible brings; His face will shine like sunlight, His head be white as snow, His eyes like flaming firelight, His feet like brass aglow. His voice like rushing waters Will reach with mighty sound Into the deepest quarters Of all creation round; And at this wondrous greeting The dead in Christ shall rise, Their Lord and Savior meeting, In glory to the skies. And we who are believing, And His appearing love, Shall know we are receiving His glory from above; His resurrection power Will raise us to the place Where we that wondrous hour Shall see Him face to face. O hasten Thine appearing, Thou Bright and Morning Star! Lord, may we soon be hearing The trumpet sound afar; Thy people are all yearning To be Thy raptured bride, And at Thine own returning Be caught up at Thy side.