THE LORD HIMSELF SHALL COME

The Lord Himself shall come
And shout the quickening word;
Thousands shall answer from the tomb,
‘For ever with the Lord.’

That resurrection word,
That shout of victory,
Resound, ‘For ever with the Lord!’
Amen, so let it be!

Then upward as we fly,
That resurrection word
Shall be our shout of victory,
‘For ever with the Lord.’

How shall I meet those eyes?
Mine on Himself I cast,
And own myself the Saviour’s prize;
Mercy from first to last.

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‘Knowing as I am known!’
How shall I love that word?
How oft repeat before the throne,
‘For ever with the Lord.’