Floral Basket with Book with He is coming, the “Man of Sorrows,” and What tho’ the way be lonely

He is coming, the “Man of Sorrows,”
Now exalted on high;
He is coming with loud hosannas,
In the clouds of the sky.

He is coming, our loving Saviour,
Blessed Lamb that was slain;
In the glory of God the Father,
On the earth He shall reign.

He is coming, our Lord and Master,
Our Redeemer and King;
We shall see Him in all His beauty,
And His praise we shall sing.

He shall gather His chosen people;
Who are called by His name;
And the ransomed of ev’ry nation,
For His own He shall claim.

Chorus
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah!
He is coming again;
And with joy we shall gather round Him,
At His coming to reign.

Alice Monteith

What tho’ the way be lonely,
And dark the shadows fall;
I know where’er it leadeth,
My Father planned it all.

The sun may shine tomorrow,
The shadows break and flee;
‘Twill be the way He chooses,-
The Father’s plan for me.

He guides my halting footsteps
Along the weary way,
For well He knows the pathway
Will lead to endless day.

A day of light and gladness,
On which no shade will fall,
‘Tis this at last awaits me-
My Father planned it all.

Chorus
I sing thro’ shade and sunshine,
And trust whate’er befall;
His way is best-it leads to rest;
My Father planned it all.

H. H. Pierson