1 THE Lord Himself shall come
And shout a quickening word;
Thousands shall answer from the tomb;
"For ever with the Lord".
2 Then as we upward fly,
That resurrection-word
Shall be our shout of victory:
"For ever with the Lord".
3 How shall we meet those eyes?
Ours on Himself we'll cast,
And own ourselves the Saviour's prize,
Mercy from first to last.
4 There with unwearied gaze
Our eyes on Him we'll rest,
And satisfy with endless praise
Our hearts supremely blest.
5 Knowing as we are known,
How shall we love that word!
How oft repeat before the throne,
"For ever with the Lord!"
6 That resurrection-word,
That shout of victory!
Once more "For ever with the Lord,"
Amen, so let it be.
