Sing a song of celebration,
Lift up a shout of praise,
For the Bridegroom will come,
The glorious One!
And O, we will look on His face.
We'll go to a much better place.
Dance with all your might,
Lift up Your hands and clap for joy.
For the time's drawing near
When He will appear.
And O, we will stand by His side,
A strong, pure spotless Bride.

And we will dance
On the streets that are golden,
The glorious bride,
And the great Son of Man!
From every tongue and tribe and nation,
We'll join in the song of the Lamb.

by David Ruis
© 1992 MercyVineyard Publishing. All rights reserved. Usedby permission