There's a day, it's coming soon I pray, when our feet will leave the ground,
We will fly to meet you in the sky when we hear that trumpet sound.
We'll be surprised, when from the Eastern skies, we see the Son of Man appear,
And I suppose that when that trumpet blows, t'will be a sweet, sweet sound in my ear.
And we will look up - sweet chariot,
The trumpet's calling to us.
Say goodbye to the Earth below and the life you know, 'cause we'll all be going home.
I'll see you leave the ground,
And you'll hear that trumpet sound.
