At the Midnight Cry

Verse 1

The trumpet sounds, the skies will break,

The dead in Christ FIRST to wake.

With shout from heaven, angels sing,

Behold the coming of the King!

No more sorrow, no more tears,

We'll rise beyond the passing years.

Chorus

At the midnight cry, we’ll hear His voice,

And in a moment, we’ll rejoice.

The skies will open, graves will shake,

And every saint will rise awake.

Caught in the air, we'll meet the Son,

The race is over, the crown is won.

Lift up your eyes and don’t lose sight—

He’s coming soon at the midnight cry.

Verse 2

He’s gone to make a place for me,

A mansion by the crystal sea.

Let not your heart be full of dread,

Believe the words our Savior said.

The clouds will part, the King will call,

And every knee will bow in awe.

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge:

From every nation, every tongue,

The bride of Christ will rise as one.

No power of hell, no fear or lie,

Can stop the Lord who splits the sky!

Chorus

At the trumpet sound, we’ll rise and go,

To heaven’s gates where rivers flow.

In robes of white, redeemed and free,

We'll praise the Lamb eternally.

The King is coming— sound the cry!

It may be soon… at the midnight cry.