Blest victory day for Him when we
His saints shall first His glory see
The Man who died to set them free
Bearing their sins upon the tree.
Free from the chains of sin and death
From Satan's kingdom, life of breath
To life of spirit, body of power
We've waited long for this blest hour.
The trumpet sounds, the dead are first
All those who shared the second birth
Both rise, this vast triumphant throng
To where they rightfully belong.
Assembling shout 'tis all of grace
The cloud our glorious meeting place
With this same Jesus promised long
Our Captain leads in victory's song.
Then from the clouds where gathered we
To other scenes, like crystal sea
To Father's house, to City Holy
To dwell with Christ, our object wholly.*2