From somewhere beyond the sky a trumpet sounds!
Lightening shines all around!
The clouds roll back on command
Before me the Son of God stands!
In the twinkling of an eye my soul bursts forth from
these earthly ties
Beyond this worldly veil of tears I pass
My heavenly home I see at last
Before me all the saints of old
now crowned in laurels of gold
Arrayed in linen white all the tribes of every
nation gather at that great celebration
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