Lord, we wait for the day of your appearing;
Lord, we wait for your coming in the clouds.
With a shout the trumpet will sound,
And the dead will be raised to life,
And we shall meet Him in the air.
In that day death is swallowed up in victory;
In that day sin and death will be no more.
Now in part – we see shadows of His glory;
Then in full – we shall see Him face to face.