“Lord Jesus, come, Thy saints for Thee are waiting,
To see Thy face and be with Thee at home;
E’en now our endless bliss anticipating,
With all our hearts we say, ‘Lord Jesus, come!’
Lord Jesus, come, our hearts for Thee are longing,
To share Thy joy in those bright courts above,
Where Thou wilt have Thy saints around Thee thronging,
In all the blessed fullness of Thy love.
Lord Jesus, come, with hearts and voices blending,
Soon shall we praise Thee in Thy Father’s home;
Soon shall we sing the ‘New song,’ never ending,
But now we sing to Thee, ‘Lord Jesus, come!’”
“For 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:
“Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.” 1 Thess. 4:16, 17.