As I wake up in the morning
Of each day that passes by
And I listen to the sound
Upon my ear
I can't help but keep a watch
Toward the Eastern sky
And I wonder if the trumpet
Will be the next sound that I hear
What a beautiful day
For the Lord to come again
What a beautiful day
For Him to take His children home
How I long to see His face
And to touch His nail scarred hands
What a beautiful day
For the Lord to come again
All my earthly disappointments
And my trials here below
Fade away when I remember
His last words
He said He'd return and receive
His children unto Him
And I'm longing to look
Upon the face of my Lord
What a beautiful day
For the Lord to come again
What a beautiful day
For Him to take His children home
How I long to see His face
And to touch His nail scarred hands
What a beautiful day
For the Lord to come again
How I long to see His face
And to touch his nail scarred hands
What a beautiful day
For the Lord to come again
What a beautiful day
For the Lord to come again, again