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<h2>CHRIST RETURNETH</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;The Lord Himself will come down from heaven with the voice of the archangel, and with the trumpet call of God.&#8221; 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17</h3></p>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_m_c_mcgranahan_j.jpg" alt="James McGranahan (1840-1907)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="133.333333333333" height="200"><em>Words:</em> H. L. Turner, circa 1878; first published in <em>Gospel Songs No. 3</em>, by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_a_sankey_id.html" target="_blank">Ira D. Sankey</a>.</p>
<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_c_mcgranahan_j.html" target="_blank">James McGranahan</a>, circa 1906 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_c_christre.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>It may be at morn, when the day is awaking,<br>
When sunlight through darkness and shadow is breaking<br>
That Jesus will come in the fullness of glory<br>
To receive from the world &#8220;His own.&#8221;</p>
<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
<p class="refrain">O Lord Jesus, how long, how long<br>
Ere we shout the glad song,<br>
Christ returneth! Hallelujah!<br>
Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Amen.</p>
<p>It may be at midday, it may be at twilight,<br>
It may be, perchance, that the blackness of midnight<br>
Will burst into light in the blaze of His glory,<br>
When Jesus receives &#8220;His own.&#8221;</p>
<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
<p>While its hosts cry Hosanna, from heaven descending,<br>
With glorified saints and the angels attending,<br>
With grace on His brow, like a halo of glory,<br>
Will Jesus receive &#8220;His own.&#8221;</p>
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<p>Oh, joy! oh, delight! should we go without dying,<br>
No sickness, no sadness, no dread and no crying.<br>
Caught up through the clouds with our Lord into glory,<br>
When Jesus receives &#8220;His own.&#8221;</p>
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