The night is almost gone The day is near at hand The veil will soon be rent That veils the Saviour's face The huge clouds that cover our sight Shall soon be swept off from our view
Lift up your heads, for your Salvation draweth nigh See, the sun in splendour Behold the sky grows bright Ye saints of God, rejoice, be glad The Lord our God will soon appear
If men in mockery, laugh If they would not believe But, you believe His word He cannot deceive you And when the world will pass away Ye shall behold His glory then
The Lord has provided For you a mansion bright There is no sorrow there But joy forever more Ye saints of God, your joys begin Ye shall soon hear the angels' voice. Amen.