Christ is coming! Let creation
From her groans and travail cease;
Let the glorious proclamation
Hope restore and faith increase;
Christ is coming! Christ is coming!
Come, Thou blessèd Prince of Peace.

Earth can now but tell the story
Of Thy bitter cross and pain;
She shall yet behold Thy glory,
When Thou comest back to reign;
Christ is coming! Christ is coming!
Let each heart repeat the strain.

Though once cradled in a manger,
Oft no pillow but the sod;
Here an alien and a stranger,
Mocked of men, disowned of God.
Christ is coming! Christ is coming!
Come, Thou blessèd Prince of Peace!

Long Thine exiles have been pining,
Far from rest, and home, and Thee;
But, in heav’nly vestures shining,
They their loving Lord shall see;
Christ is coming! Christ is coming!
Haste the joyous jubilee.

With that blessèd hope before us,
Let no harp remain unstrung;
Let the mighty advent chorus
Onward roll from tongue to tongue:
“Christ is coming! Christ is coming!
Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come!”