How it thrills our hearts with rap­ture
As we feel the hour is nigh,
When the voice of the arch­an­gel
Shall re­sound through­out the sky,
And the dead in Christ, up­spring­ing,
With the liv­ing saints shall be
Caught away from all earth’s sha­dows
To a glad eter­ni­ty!

Refrain

O the meet­ing in the air!
O the meet­ing in the air,
With the bless­èd King of glo­ry
In our brid­al gar­ments fair!
O the meet­ing in the air!
O the meet­ing in the air,
With the loved ones and the lost ones
Evermore unit­ed there!

Oft the wea­ry miles di­vide us
From the friends we cher­ish so,
And the look from eyes that love us—
How we miss wher­e’er we go!
And some­times the grave has hid­den
One whose face was ve­ry dear—
O what joy once more to meet them
When the Mas­ter shall ap­pear!

Refrain

O the hope of His ap­pear­ing—
How it lights the drea­ry way,
How it girds our souls with cour­age
For the lit­tle while we stay!
For it can­not be much long­er
Till the Bride­groom calls us home;
Surely, sure­ly He comes quick­ly!
Even so, Lord Je­sus, come!

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