O what a shout will rise across the vaulted skies,
When Jesus comes in the clouds;
We'll leave all pain and care, and endless glory share,
When Jesus comes in the clouds.
When Jesus comes in glory bright,
We'll leave the lonely shades of night;
All sorrow will be past, eternal joy at last,
When Jesus comes in the clouds.
With all the Saints of old, we'll tread the streets of gold,
When Jesus comes in the clouds;
There'll be no sad goodbyes, no tears will dim our eyes,
When Jesus comes in the clouds.
When Jesus comes in glory bright,
We'll leave the lonely shades of night;
All sorrow will be past, eternal joy at last,
When Jesus comes in the clouds.
When Jesus comes in glory bright,
We'll leave the lonely shades of night;
All sorrow will be past, eternal joy at last,
When Jesus comes in the clouds.
When Jesus comes,
When Jesus comes,
When Jesus comes in the clouds!
