This
is the day, dear Lord, my life is over
This is the time of sorrow grief and tears
But I can feel the wonder and the glory
I know this light of life shall burn brightly again
Soon like the seeds windstrewn across the meadow
Soon shall I die and lie still with the ground
Where I must sleep through winter to the springtime
Then come the summer sun to blossom once again . . .
Is it a dream, that trumpet and the thunder
Is it the Lord, He said He would return
Shining bright like the sun in all His glory
Behold Him King of Kings, He rules for evermore . . .
I hear a voice, Lord Jesus did you call me
I must arise, the Spirit lifts me now
Up to the skies with the faithful of the ages
Awake, awake you saints, enter you glory now