Quite suddenly – it may be in the turning of a lane,
Where I stand to watch a skylark soar 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 so dear.
Quite suddenly – it may be in His house I bend my knee,
When the kingly Voice long hoped for, comes at last to summon me,
And the fellowship of earth — life that has seemed to passing sweet,
Proves nothing but the shadow of our meeting round His feet.
Quite suddenly – it may be as I tread the busy street,
Enduring in His strength, life’s work…its various tasks to meet,
That through the roar of traffic, a trumpet, silvery clear,
Shall stir my startled senses and proclaim His coming near.
Quite suddenly – it may be as I lie in dreamless sleep,
God’s gift to many a sorrowing 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!
Author Unknown