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 underground;
Throughout the vast domains of heav’n
The voice echoes, the sound is given.
3
Lift up your heads ye Saints in peace,
The Savior comes for your release;
The day of the redeem’d has come,
The Saints shall all be welcom’d 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 th’ immortal lyre.
5
Hosanna now the trump shall sound,
Proclaim the joys of heav’n 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 thron’d in might:
The Father and the Son’s delight.
8
Celestial crowns we shall receive,
And glories great our God shall give,
While loud hosannas we’ll proclaim,
And sound aloud our Savior’s name.
9
Our hearts and tongues all join’d in one,
A loud hosanna to proclaim,
While all the heav’ns shall shout again,
And all creation say, Amen.