MY SAVIOUR'S COMING

1MY Saviour's coming in the sky,
To take me up with him on high;
A crown each faithful one shall wear,
When he in glory shall appear.

RefrainRoll round sweet moments, sweet moments roll round,
And let these poor pilgrims go home, go home.

2O blessed morning on us rise,
And gladden our uplifted eyes,
When the shall meet to part no more,
And shout our toils and sufferings o'er.

3O, hasten, bright, immortal day!
When Christ shall call us hence away,
Where, on fair Canaan's happy shore,
We'll praise the Lamb for evermore.