When Christ comes back the trump will sound.
Throughout the earth, it will resound.
Across the clouds our Lord shall ride
With bands of angels at His side.
He sits upon a stallion there
As we behold Him in the air.
And with Him, all the saints will come
Shouting, "Holy is the Lord!"
We will see the majesty, the glory
That great day shall bring.
Tears may stream across each face
But He will wipe them all away.
Up, into the clouds we'll rise
To meet our Savior in the skies.
We know it's time for us to leave
With Jesus, in whom, we believe.
Knowing when we placed our trust,
He prepared a place for us.
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