As I wake up with the morning of each day that passes by And I listen to the sounds upon my ears I can't help but keep a watch toward the Eastern sky And I wonder if the trumpet will be the next sound that I hear What a beautiful day for the Lord to come again What a beautiful day for Him to take His children home How I long to see His face and to touch His nail scarred hands What a beautiful day for the Lord to come again All my earthly disappointments and my trials here below Fade away when I remember His last words He said He'd return and recieve His children unto Him And I'm longing to look upon the face of my Lord What a beautiful day for the Lord to come again What a beautiful day for Him to take His children home How I long to see His face and to touch His nail scarred hands What a beautiful day for the Lord to come again How I long to see His face and to touch his nail scarred hands What a beautiful day for the Lord to come again Come again