There’ll be shout­ing in the air
When the Sav­ior comes,
With His clouds of light and wings of flame;
All the na­tions un­der­ground
Then shall hear the trum­pet sound
And rise shout­ing when He comes again.

Refrain

There’ll be shout­ing, there’ll be shout­ing,
There’ll be shout­ing when He comes again;
There’ll be shout­ing, there’ll be shout­ing,
There’ll be shout­ing when He comes again.

There’ll be shou­ting in the air
When the Sav­ior comes,
When He comes to earth to claim His own;
From the east and from the west
Over all this vast domain,
They’ll rise shout­ing when He comes again.

Refrain

When the re­sur­rec­tion comes
And the saints arise
To go meet the Sav­ior in the skies,
Hallelujahs we will sing,
Shouting prais­es to His name;
There’ll be shout­ing when He comes again.

Refrain

’Tis a bless­èd, bless­èd thought,
That He’ll come some day,
And will bear us in a cloud away,
To our bless­èd home on high,
Free from sor­row, toil and pain,
There’ll be shout­ing when He comes again.

Refrain