1 It won’t be long ‘till Christ returns
To catch away His waiting bride
It won’t be long, the trumpet call will sound;
And we’ll be gathered to His side.
Above the turmoil and the strife
Above the world with all its pain
There peace and joy and boundless life
When with the Lord in heav’n we’ll reign.
2 It won’t be long, the day will dawn
When Christ will rise up from His throne
Down through the skies of blue He will descend,
When He returns to claim His own.
The dead in Christ will rise up first,
Then those alive will be transformed.
O happy day to sing God’s praise,
When we join in redemption’s song.
3 It won’t be long ‘till Christ returns,
When we shall see Him face to face.
And enter into all that He’s prepared,
Through His great sacrifice and grace.
The marriage super of the Lamb;
The mansions made by perfect Man;
The blessed Hope for which we’ve yearned;
The consummation of God’s plan.
4 It won’t be long the day draws near
When saints in glory will be found
The former things will all have passed away
And songs of praises will resound
Behold all things will be made new.
The dwelling place of God with men
And we will live eternally
In new Jerusalem.
