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When Jesus Returns For His Own
There's coming a wonderful, wonderful day, It's glory has never been known, never known; When free from our burdens we're going away, As Jesus returns for His own, for His own.
When Jesus returns for His own, for His own, And carries us up to His throne, to His throne; There'll be no more sadness, But all will be gladness, When Jesus returns for His own, for His own.
Then those who have suffered and toiled for His name, Tho' hated, rejected, unknown, yes unknown, No longer shall suffer the world's scorn and shame, When Jesus returns for His own, for His own.
When Jesus returns for His own, for His own, And carries us up to His throne, to His throne; There'll be no more sadness, But all will be gladness, When Jesus returns for His own, for His own.
Triumphant they'll rise with their Lord in the air, And sit with Him soon on His throne, on His throne, While those who once ridiculed weep in despair, When Jesus returns for His own, for His own.
When Jesus returns for His own, for His own, And carries us up to His throne, to His throne; There'll be no more sadness, But all will be gladness, When Jesus returns for His own, for His own.
No longer we'll think of the trials down here, The days when we suffered alone, all alone, For God's loving hand wipes away ev'ry tear, When Jesus returns for His own, for His own.
When Jesus returns for His own, for His own, And carries us up to His throne, to His throne; There'll be no more sadness, But all will be gladness, When Jesus returns for His own, for His own.
Then let us be faithful, e'en down unto death, Nor ever our troubles bemoan, e'er bemoan, But render Him praise and rejoice full of faith, That we may be counted His own, all His own.
When Jesus returns for His own, for His own, And carries us up to His throne, to His throne; There'll be no more sadness, But all will be gladness, When Jesus returns for His own, for His own.