It’s almost time,
It’s getting close;
It won’t be long,
You say.
We’re waiting, Lord
It won’t be long
You’ll catch us
All away!
The trumpet sound
You’ll blow it loud
For all the saved
To hear.
You’ll beckon us
We’ll hear your voice
But we don’t
Have to fear.
The dead in Christ
Will all go first
And then those
Of us down here.
We’re waiting, Lord,
We’ll work till then
Until you do appear.
We’ll yield to you
And share your love
And tell as many
As will hear.
Oh, what a day,
A glorious day
When you finally
Do appear!
We won’t be late
We are his saints;
Our invitations stand.
Our place is set,
We’ll be his guests
At the Marriage Supper
Of the Lamb!
“Let us rejoice and be glad and give the glory to Him, for the marriage of the Lamb has come and His bride had made herself ready. It was given to her to clothe herself in fine linen, bright and clean; for the fine linen is the righteous acts of the saints. Then he said to me, “Write, Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb. And he said to me, “These are true words of God.” Revelation 19:7-9
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