Meeting in the Air

How it thrills our hearts with rap­ture

As we feel the hour is nigh

When the voice of the arch­an­gel

Shall re­sound through­out the sky

And the dead in Christ

up­spring­ing

With the liv­ing saints shall be

Caught away from all earth’s sha­dows

To a glad eter­ni­ty!

O the meet­ing in the air!

O the meet­ing in the air

With the bless­èd King of glo­ry

In our brid­al gar­ments fair!

O the meet­ing in the air!

O the meet­ing in the air

With the loved ones and the lost ones

Evermore unit­ed there!

Oft the wea­ry miles di­vide us

From the friends we cher­ish so

And the look from eyes that love us—

How we miss wher­e’er we go!

And some­times the grave has hid­den

One whose face was ve­ry dear—

O what joy once more to meet them

When the Mas­ter shall ap­pear!

O the hope of His ap­pear­ing—

How it lights the drea­ry way

How it girds our souls with cour­age

For the lit­tle while we stay!

For it can­not be much long­er

Till the Bride­groom calls us home;

Surely

sure­ly He comes quick­ly!

Even so

Lord Je­sus

come!