Hear the glory trumpet sound,
As the saints all leave the ground.
They are rising up to meet the bless-ed lord,
Well they shout as they rise, to their home beyond the skies,
They're in the bride of Jesus and they are coming home.
Here comes mom and here comes dad,
And their faces look so glad.
As they march and they sing redemption songs,
With a smile upon their face,
As they sing amazing grace,
They're in the bride of Christ and they are coming home.
And here they come, oh what a thrill,
Here they come, marching up to Zions hill,
The victory's won, as we bow before God's son.
The bride of Jesus, is coming home.
And here they come, oh what a thrill,
Here they come, marching up to Zions hill,
The victory's won, as we bow before God's son.
The bride of Jesus, is coming home.
And here they come, oh what a thrill,
Here they come, marching up to Zions hill,
The victory's won, as we bow before God's son.
The bride of Jesus
The bride of Jesus
The bride of Jesus
And the victory's won as we bow before God's on
The bride of Jesus
The bride of Jesus is coming home