QUITE SUDDENLY – it may be
At the turning of a lane,
Where I stand to watch a skylark
From out the swelling grain.
That the trump of God shall thrill me,
With its call so loud and clear.
And I’m called away to meet Him,
Whom of all I hold most dear.

QUITE SUDDENLY – it may be in His House
I bend my knee,
When the Kingly Voice, long-hoped for,
Comes at last to summon me;
And the fellowship of earth-life
That has seemed so passing sweet,
Proves nothing but the shadow
Of our meeting round His feet,

QUITE SUDDENLY – it may be
As I tread the busy street,
Strong to endure life’s stress and strain,
Its every call to meet,
That through the roar of traffic,
A trumpet, silvery clear,
Shall stir my startled senses
And proclaim His coming near.

QUITE SUDDENLY – it may be
As I lie in dreamless sleep,
God’s gift to many a sorrowing heart,
With no more tears to weep,
That a call shall break my slumber
And a Voice sound in my ear;
"Rise up, My love, and come away!
Behold, the Bridegroom’s here!"