The Lord is soon returning all his loved ones he shall find

He will rapture up the Christians and will leave the Pope behind

Then Rome shows her true colors and those on the earth will find

That the Pope's the Anti-Christ

Glory, Glory, Christ is coming

Glory, Glory, Christ is coming

Glory, Glory, Christ is coming

To destroy the Anti-Christ

The martyred saints are calling for the vengance of their blood

And are waiting for the judgment to be sent down by their God

At the bloody whore's destruction how the choirs of heaven will swell

When the Pope is cast in Hell

How Martin Luther will rejoice when he shall see that day

And Latimer and Riddly will be cheering all the way

When the Roman church is burning at the presence of the Lord

As He wields the Spirit's sword

Blaspheme not my holy name I can hear Jesus shout

As he tramples down the Vatican and throws the papa out

Then the word of God will triumph and will every foe surmount

On Babylon's judgment day