QUITE SUDDENLY—it may be at the turning of a lane, Where I stand to watch a skylark from out the swelling grain, That the trump of God shall thrill me with its call so loud and clear, And I'm called away to meet Him whom of all I hold most dear.
QUITE SUDDENLY—it may be in His house I bend the knee, When the kingly voice, long hoped for, comes at last to summon me; And the fellowship of earth-life that has seemed so passing sweet Proves nothing but the foretaste of our meeting round His feet.
QUITE SUDDENLY—it may be as I tread the busy street, Strong to endure life's stress and strain, its every call to meet, That through the roar of traffic a trumpet, silvery clear, Shall stir my startled senses and proclaim His coining near.
QUITE SUDDENLY—it may be as I lie in dreamless sleep, God's gift to many a grieving heart with no more tears to weep, That a call shall break my slumber and a voice sound in my ear: "Rise up, My love, and come away! Behold, the Bridegroom's here!”