The Lord Himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first. 1 Thessalonians 4:16
There will come a day
When the Lord shall say
To the saints of earth,
With their wings unfurled,
They shall leave the world
For their mansions in the skies.
O that great glad day, in His bright array,
We shall then behold the King!
O the joy our souls shall in Heaven know,
In that good and great glad day!
O I look aloft and I wonder oft
When that blessèd day shall dawn,
It is hidden yet, duty must be met,
So in faith I’m pressing on.
In the shining ranks,
Giving praise and thanks,
Sinner, don’t you want a place?
Turn to Jesus now,
In contrition bow,
He’ll prepare you through His grace.
Bells of Heaven chime,
Usher in the time,
Come Thou, Christ, whom we adore;
Golden harps, ring out,
All ye saved men, shout,
Glory, glory evermore.