The Church is waiting for her
Lord

When He comes to claim His own.

His return to the air is our
"Blessed Hope,

His glory will then be shown.

 

Even death cannot touch that
"Blessed Hope;”

It is sure and steadfast and
true,

Because on the cross His blood
was shed

When He died there for me and
you.

 

While some wait there with the
Blessed Lord

The others wait here below;

His soon return is the Church’s
hope:

What proof that He loves her so!

 

He will come from heaven to the
clouds

To gather His ransomed host;

Not one redeemed by His precious
blood

Will be counted among the lost.

 

The saints will be caught up to
meet the Lord

In the air, our meeting place;

With wonder, rejoicing, and glad
surprise

Will we see His blessed face.

 

Thus Christ will present us to
Himself,

His Bride, all spotless and
clean;

She’ll be without wrinkle or any
stain,

In her no sin will be seen.

 

Throughout eternity’s endless
age

His loved ones will sing His
praise;

Our "Blessed Hope"
will then be fulfilled

Through
the riches of His grace.