1 Ere long the veil will rend in twain,
The King descend with all his train;
The earth shall shake with awful fright,
And all creation feel his might.
2 The trump of God, it long shall sound,
And raise the nations under ground:
Throughout the vast domains of heaven,
The voice echoes, the sound is given.
3 Lift up your heads ye saints in peace,
The Saviour comes for your release;
The day of the redeemed has come,
The saints shall all be welcomed home.
4 Behold the church, it soars on high,
To meet the saints amid the sky;
To hail the King in clouds of fire,
And strike and tune the immortal lyre.
5 Hosanna now the trump shall sound,
Proclaim the joys of heaven around,
When all the saints together join,
In songs of love, and all divine.
6 With Enoch here we all shall meet,
And worship at Messiah's feet;
Unite our hands and hearts in love,
And reign on thrones with Christ above.
7 The city that was seen of old,
Whose walls were jasper, and streets gold,
We'll now inherit throned in might:
The Father and the Son's delight.
8 Celestial crowns we shall receive,
And glories great our God shall give,
With loud hosannas we'll proclaim,
And sound aloud our Saviour's name.
9 Our hearts and tongues all joined in one,
A loud hosanna to proclaim,
While all the heaven's shall shout again,
And all creation say, Amen.
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