1 What sound is this salutes my ear?
‘T is Gabriel’s trump methinks I hear;
The expected day is come!
Behold, the heavens, the earth, the sea
Proclaim the year of Jubilee;
Return, ye exiles, home. MIM 96.4
2 Behold, the fair Jerusalem,
Illuminated by the Lamb,
In glory doth appear! Fair Zion rising from the tombs
To meet the Bridegroom, lo! he comes,
And hails the festive year. MIM 96.5
3 My soul is striving to be there;
O could I rise and wing the air,
And trace the heavenly road,
Adieu, adieu, all earthly things!
O that I had an angel’s wings,
I’d quickly see my God. MIM 97.1
4 Fly, lingering moments, fly, O fly!
I thirst, I pant, I long to try,
Angelic joys to prove.
Soon shall I quit this house of clay,
Clap my glad wings and soar away,
And shout redeeming love. MIM 97.2