`Maranatha'—word of greeting
Passed between the saints of old;
Let our lips repeat when meeting,
Heirs of glory must be told—
Jesus comes, ye saints, behold!
Maranatha, word of promise
By the Faithful and the True—
Precious parting words of Jesus,
`I will come again for you.'
Soon His glory we shall view.
Maranatha, word of gladness,
Cheering star of hope is this,
Smiling through the rifts of sadness
Till the cloudless dawn of bliss.
Shine, Thou blessed star of peace!
`Maranatha', this our anchor
Safely cast within the veil;
Winds and waves may rage with anger,
As across Life's sea we sail.
Lo! the haven fair we hail.
Oh! 'tis true our Lord is coming;
Surely, quickly He will come;
As we muse, this word we're humming—
Here we would no longer roam.
Come, Lord Jesus, take us home.