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