I Tell You a Mystery
I tell you a mystery- I speak with authority
We shall not all sleep We shall not all weep.
As a moment passes by - in the twinkling of an eye
At the last trumpet blast- the time is come at last
I tell you a mystery- It is there for all to see
Christ in Me- The Hope of Glory!
All heaven be praised!- the dead shall be raised
Imperishable and pure forever to endure
We put on immortality- death swallowed up in victory
And death will lose its sting- When we coronate our King
I tell you a mystery- It is there for all to see
Christ in Me- The Hope of Glory!
Be patient and steadfast- Your cares upon Him cast
Immovable and sound- In Christ always abound
In the work of the Lord- in this be assured
That the labor and pain- Is never in vain
I tell you a mystery- It is there for all to see
Christ in Me- The Hope of Glory!
July 23,1997
#910
Copyright 1997 Anthony Foster