1.The saints are going home

His coming’s drawing near:

He’s building Zion, then in glory

        He’ll appear.

Lift up your heads, look up,

The clouds are gathering now

It’s time for the trumpet to sound.

CHORUS

        It’s time to go; Lift up your heads:

        Set your face as a flint

        Toward the New Jerusalem.

        He’s at the door; and when He opens

        In a moment, in a twinkling,

        We’ll be gone.

2.His cherished jewels

He’s gathering to their home above;

How precious in His sight

The death of those He loves,

Who lived their lives down here

Just yearning for that day

When Jesus, their Saviour would come.

3.The happenings all around

Assure us that it’s time

For Christ to come and call away

His spotless Bride;

All those who have this hope

Will purify their lives

And wait for the trumpet to sound.

4.Let’s labour for the Lord

With faces lifted high;

We’re waiting for the day

We’ll meet Him in the sky,

The saints who’ve gone before

Are waiting for us, too

What joy when the trumpet will sound.