From the royal line of David, sent by the One above
Born from a virgin, You were called the Son of God
Laid in a manger, in a town called Bethlehem
The armies of heaven, proclaimed You as their King, Oh Adonai
Our weaknesses You carried, our sorrows weighed You down
You were pierced for our rebellion, crushed for all our sins
Oppressed and treated harshly, You never said a word
Like a Lamb to the slaughter, You were crucified for us
Oh Adonai, our Adonai
Will we hear the trumpet sound
Will we hear You call our name
Oh Adonai, our Adonai
When You come to fetch Your bride
Will we be standing in the line
Resurrected on the third day, You rolled the stone away
Taken up to heaven, where You sit at God’s right hand
But still up to this day, You are being denied
What will it take to keep us all from being left behind
Oh Adonai, our Adonai
Will we hear the trumpet sound
Will we hear You call our name
Oh Adonai, our Adonai
When You come to fetch Your bride
Will we be standing in the line
Can you hear He’s crying out, for His children to prepare themselves
But everybody love their lives, so much that they’re afraid to die
Can you see the time is near, but no one really seems to care
Don’t you realize when you die to self, you will gain life in the end
Oh Adonai, our Adonai
Will we hear the trumpet sound
Will we hear You call our name
Oh Adonai, our Adonai
When You come to fetch Your bride
Will we be standing in the line
You will once again set foot, on the hills of Jerusalem
Your Kingdom shall come down, and You will rule among us all
You first came as our Saviour, but You will come back as our Judge
Every nation then shall bow, and every tongue then shall confess
Oh Adonai, our Adonai
Will we hear the trumpet sound
Will we hear You call our name
Oh Adonai, our Adonai
When You come to fetch Your bride
Will we be standing in the line
Oh Adonai, our Adonai
Will we hear the trumpet sound
Will we hear You call our name
Oh Adonai, our Adonai
When You come to fetch Your bride
Will we be standing in the line
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