Do you wait for the blast of the trumpet?
Do you long for the sound of His voice?
Do you see that your Hope’s drawing nearer?
Stand up! Lift your head and rejoice!
For the Bridegroom is coming; be ready!
He comes for his pure, spotless bride;
To sweep her up in His loving embrace,
In those arms that were once stretched out wide,
As the sins of us all weighed upon Him
Till the payment for justice was met.
Lift your eyes, for He comes, The Belovèd.
To gather from Earth the Elect.