Come, Lord Jesus...I await your appearing.

 

Won't you come as a bridegroom, take away your bride

 

Clothed in white linen, by your love purified.

 

For when you return, all shall see

 

The love so amazing the dead will be raising from their graves to proclaim

 

The name that is above every other name.

 

When you return, all shall see,

 

And all shall be praising and every soul gazing

 

At the face of love divine...At your banquet we shall dine

 

Come, Lord Jesus...I await your appearing.

 

Won't you come as a bridegroom, take away your bride

 

Clothed in white linen, by your love purified.