There is a day, That all creation's waiting for. A day of freedom, And liberation for the earth. And on that day, The Lord will come to meet his bride. And when we see him, In an instance we'll ne changed. The trumpet sounds, And the dead will then be raised. By his power never to perish again. Once only flesh, Now clothed with immortality. For death has now been, Swallowed up in victory. We will meet him in the air, And then we will be like him. For we see him as he is, Oh yeah. Then all hurt and pain will cease, And we be with him forever. And in his glory we will live, Oh yeah, oh yeah. So lift your eyes, To the things yet unseen. That will remain now, For all eternity. Though troubles hard, It only momentary. And it's acheiving, Our future glory. We will meet him in the air, And then we will be like him. For we will see him as he is, Oh yeah. Then all hurt and pain will cease, And we'll be with him forever. And in his glory we will live, Oh yeah, oh yeah.