It is time for great rejoicing in the Spirit of the Lord;

He has cut the cords that bound us by the sharpness of His sword.

We will sing and shout His Praises, though the fires of judgment burn,

For the age, at last, is dawning for His glory to return.

At last, changed in our atoms, from death forever free,

When we hear the trumpet sounding, of that final jubilee.

Sin's pressure on the vessel has surely took its toll,

But the fires of His refining hath now wrought a work of gold.

Praise Yahweh for redemption, for His Spirit gives us life,

And by it, He has lifted us above all sin and strife.

There will be a celebration like the world has never known,

As we join the overcomers gathered there before His throne.

We will sing his praise forever with a victory death can't claim,

When His seal is in our forehead engraved there with our new name.

At last, changed in our atoms, from death forever free.

When we hear the trumpets sounding, of that final jubilee.

Mildred Eslick Garner