The saints are going home

1. The saints are going home His coming’s drawing near: He’s building Zion, then in glory He’ll appear. Lift up your heads, look up, The clouds are gathering now It’s time for the trumpet to sound.

Chorus : It’s time to go; Lift up your heads: Set your face as a flint Toward the New Jerusalem. He’s at the door; and when He opens In a moment, in a twinkling, We’ll be gone.