1. Though we are placed in the tomb,
Amid earth's sorrow and gloom,
When Gabriel’s trumpet shall sound we shall arise;
We’ll soar to summits unknown, where mortals never had flown,
We’ll meet our blessed Redeemer in the skies.
Chorus
:We shall arise, meet in the skies,
When Gabriel blows his trumpet loud
No more the graves will us enshroud
There'll be no sorrow there on that glad morrow fair,
our Lord will dry all our tears from weeping eyes;
We shall arise, meet in the skies,
The earth and the sea give up their dead
to join the glory on ahead
No shadows ever fall, death angels never call
yes, when the trumpet shall sound we shall arise.
2. Back to the dust we must go,
our bodies moulder below,
When Gabriel's trumpet shall sound, we shall arise;
Each bone will find its true place, through love and wonderful grace
We'll meet our blessed Redeemer in the skies.
3. The graves will open some day,
the saints be taken away,
When Gabriel's trumpet shall sound, we shall arise;
That will be glory indeed, no more the tempter can lead,
We'll meet our blessed Redeemer in the skies.
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