Perfections - The Burial

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»