1.
The troubles of this world are almost over;
The day will come when we rise to heaven.
The saints will be raised and quickly soar upward,
And we will see the face of our Beloved.

Our Beloved will come in the clouds
With the armies of heaven.
His coming is very near,
So prepare yourselves, dear brothers and sisters,
To welcome our heavenly Bridegroom.

2.
He will be with His people,
And they will dwell with Him.
On that day He will wipe away every tear.
Death, sorrow, crying, rejection, and suffering
Will never trouble us again.

3.
Even when storms roar
And the sea is shaken by powerful waves,
The One who never abandons me
Will hold me by His hand and protect me.
He will lovingly guide me onward,
Keeping alive in me the hope of His coming.

4.
I will always remember His grace
And sing about all He has done.
I will keep pressing forward,
Looking toward the radiance of His face.
Even if a mother were to forget her child,
My King will never forget me.
He is faithful and unchanging.