(by John S. McConnell)

Oh, one of these days around twelve o'clock
The whole wide world will reel and rock
The sinner will tremble and cry for pain
And the Lord will come in his aeroplane

	Oh, you thirsty of every tribe
	Get your ticket for an aeroplane ride
	Jesus our Saviour is coming to reign
	And take you to glory in his aeroplane

Oh, talk of rides in automobiles
Talk of fast times in motor wheels
We'll break all records as we upwards fly
For an aeroplane joy ride in the sky

	Oh, you thirsty of every tribe ...
You must get ready if you take this ride
Leave all your sins and humble your pride
Furnish a lamp both bright and clean
And a vessel of oil to run the machine

	Oh, you thirsty of every tribe ...
When our journey's over and we all sit down
At the marriage supper with a robe and crown
We'll blend our voices with a heavenly throng
And praise our Saviour as the years roll on

	Oh, you thirsty of every tribe ...

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