1. Lost in the night doth the sinner yet languish,
Longing for morning the darkness to vanquish,
Plaintively heaving a sigh full of anguish:
O, Christ is coming soon! Christ is coming soon!

2. Light o’er the land of all sinners is beaming;
Rivers of life through its deserts are streaming,
Millions yet sigh for the Savior redeeming.
Christ is coming soon! Christ is coming soon!

3. Must he be vainly awaiting the morrow?
Shall we no light and no comfort him borrow?
Giving no heed to his burden of sorrow?
O, will not day come soon? Will not day come soon?

Will not day come soon? Will not day come soon?
He is coming soon. He is coming soon.