This is our blessed hope, the Son Of Man is coming soon The trumpet has
been set, to the archangel's lip The sky will crack, and in the twinkling
of an eye all is revealed The hour has yet to fall us but soon this prize
will be apparent to us all Pressing on, digging in for a goal worth so
much more than any desire this heart could ever contain On that day, our
ransom redeemed His glory will shine forever, our faith embodied whole The
very substance of our faith unfolds This is our blessed hope Why do we
stop believing part way through His great story When His true perfect
nature will soon reveal it's glory? An inheritance incorruptible,
perfection passed down by grace He is the resurrection in Him my hope is
placed I hear their voices rising from all the empty graves "In man did we
so perish, in Christ we live again" The hour has yet to fall us but soon
this prize will be apparent to us all "In man did we so perish, in Christ
we live again"