In the great triumphant morning,
When we hear the Bridegroom cry,
And the dead in Christ shall rise,
We’ll be changed to life immortal,
In the twinkling of an eye,
And meet Jesus in the skies.

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We shall all rise to meet Him,
We shall all rise to greet Him,
In the morning when the dead in Christ shall rise
We shall all rise to meet Him,
We shall all rise to greet Him,
And shall have the marriage supper in the skies.

In the great triumphant morning,
What a happy time ’twill be,
When the dead in Christ shall rise,
When the Lord descends in glory,
Sets His waiting children free,
And we meet Him in the skies.

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In the great triumphant morning,
When the harvest is complete,
And the dead in Christ shall rise,
We’ll be crowned with life immortal,
Christ and all the loved ones meet,
In the rapture in the skies.

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In the great triumphant morning,
All the kingdom we’ll possess,
Then the dead in Christ shall rise,
Reign as kings and priests eternal,
Under Christ forever blest,
After meeting in the skies.

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The King is coming in glory
To catch His bride away,
It may be in the morning
It may be at midday,
At the even or midnight;
The trump will sound so clear,
The dead in Christ, and we that live,
His voice shall hear.

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The King is coming, hallelujah!
He’s coming in the air,
The fig tree is budding,
The signs are everywhere,
The King is coming, hallelujah!
He’s coming in the air,
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.

Behold! He cometh, and leaping,
And skipping o’er the hills;
Like the young roe, like the young hart,
My soul with rapture thrills;
Thru the window He’s looking,
Thru the lattice work is seen,
The winter’s past, the rain is o’er,
The figs are green.

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The King is coming,
“Be ready,” To meet Him on that day;
With your heart right, with your robes white,
And in this holy way;
Like the lightning that flashes
In the twinkling of an eye,
Our Lord shall come to claim His own,
He’s drawing nigh.

The saints are looking ever upward
While journ’ing on their way.
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.
The saints are looking ever upward
While journ’ing on their way.
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.

Lift up your heads, rejoice, redemption draweth nigh;
Now breathes a softer air, now shines a milder sky;
The early trees put forth their new and tender leaf;
Hushed is the moaning wind that told of winter’s grief.

Lift up your heads, rejoice, redemption draweth nigh;
Now mount the laden clouds, now flames the darkening sky;
The early scattered drops descend with heavy fall,
And to the waiting earth the hidden thunders call.

Lift up your heads, rejoice, redemption draweth nigh;
O note the varying signs of earth, and air, and sky;
The God of glory comes in gentleness and might,
To comfort and alarm, to succor and to smite.

He comes, the wide world’s King, He comes, the true heart’s Friend,
New gladness to begin, and ancient wrong to end;
He comes, to fill with light the weary waiting eye;
Lift up your heads, rejoice, redemption draweth nigh.

We’re looking for His coming, in the clouds of heaven,
Coming back to earth to catch away His own;
Then may we all be ready, when midnight cry is given,
To go and reign with Christ on His throne.

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Gladly may we herald the message of His blessèd appearing,
Soon He’s coming in glory, tell to one and all;
Then awake, ye saints of the Lord,
Why slumber when the end is nearing,
But get ready for the final call.

We’re longing for the glory that awaits the faithful,
Who shall overcome, and ev’ry conflict win;
Press ever bravely onward, the prize is life eternal
To all who win the fight over sin.

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We’re praying for the advent of our blessèd Savior,
Who has promised life to all who trust His grace;
His coming now is pending, the message being given,
And soon we’ll see our Lord face to face.

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We see the signs appearing of His blessèd coming,
Lo, behold the fig leaves now becoming green;
The Gospel of His kingdom has gone to every nation;
That we are near the end can be seen.

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