1. When the Lord truly comes from the distant shore,
    To muster His saints who for sins did mourn,
    I shall hear of a sound, of a trumpet blast,
    He is calling me home for the great repast.

           CHORUS

    I shall know it’s Him,
    I shall know it’s Him,
    When the trumpet shall blast,
    I shall know it’s Him – (Repeat)

2. Now the signs in the earth and the heavens declare,
    The Lord’s at the door, all His saints beware!
    And for long ages past did the seers foresee,
    Of His coming to earth they did all agree.

3. Like a thief in the night, at the wake of morn,
    He’ll snatch all His saints, whom the sinners scorn,
    And the world will then know of the truth they spurned,
    Of the sure Word of God which they often heard.

4. It is time to declare for the Day draws near,
    All nations must know for there’s cause for fear,
    When the Lord for His own comes to earth, they’ll mourn,
    When they know what they’ve lost – e’en His holy throne.

5. Truly, this is our hope, of eternal Day ,
    When saints from all lands make a grand display,
    Unto Father He’ll own, calling each by name,
    “These are mine”, He will say – proudly state His claim