Poem written by Elder J.A. Rowell, Sr.
The resurrection draweth near,
Christ's voice shall wake the dead,
Our Saviour, with his saints appear,
Our feet in glory tread.
In blessed hope, our bodies rest,
Until Christ comes again,
To gather the redeemed and blest,
To live with Him and reign.
Our faith abides, our hope holds fast,
His promises are true,
Time with her sorrows soon are past,
Behold, all things are new.
For he who sitteth on his throne,
Has said that it was done,
Through Jesus' might and power alone,
The victory is won.
Oh, Glorious resurrection day,
When all the saints arise,
Awake my love and come away,
To dwell beyond the skies.
Thus we shall hear the Saviour's voice,
Behold his blessed face,
Awake in glory to rejoice,
And sing redeeming grace.