Returning

We look forward to the day

When our guilt is wiped away

By the Creator, the Supreme King,

The nations can't help but sing.

Christ returning, no man knows the hour

Far above all rule, authority, and power,

Chosen, elected, loved in spite of me

Death is consumed in Victory.

All angels exalting in song on cue

To exalt the Savior called Faithful and True.


Jesus will return triumphant, heroic,

The eyes of the world will see and will know it.

He'll come on a horse in a garment of white,

The armies of earth will all gather to fight.

Out of his mouth will come a sharp sword,

The vic'try secured by the Word of the LORD.

We'll follow on horses in linen-both white.

The Son is our sun, no more death no more night.

So until He returns we wander and roam

On the earth as we serve Him-we know it's not home.

He's coming one day , truth and peace He will bring,

The LORD of all lords, the King of all kings.


In Adam we are all sinful men,

But Christ, He came to die.

With Him we can reign on high.

For in Christ we live and do not die like men.

He has conquered sin and the grave.

Let us praise Him, worship, and sing.

He is holy, almighty to save,

The Lord of lords and King of kings.