Marvelous in Our Eyes

In the clouds of heav’n re­turn­ing

To the earth again

Soon we’ll meet the King of glo­ry

And with Him shall reign.

Tho’ re­ject­ed by the build­ers

Who did Him des­pise

We’ll be changed and be like Him—

’Tis mar­vel­ous in our eyes.

Sing hal­le­lu­jah! Let the an­them ring;

Shout loud the prais­es

Of our Sav­ior King:

To His throne of end­less glo­ry

We with Him shall rise

Clad in robes of spot­less white—

’Tis mar­vel­ous in our eyes.

Rise and trim your lamps

ye vir­gins

For the mid­night nears;

Keep them filled with oil

and burn­ing

Till the Lord ap­pears.

Gird your loins about with truth

keep

Looking to the skies

Waiting for our Bride­groom King—

’Tis mar­vel­ous in our eyes.

Blessèd are those faith­ful serv­ants

At our Lord’s re­turn

Whom He’ll find awake and watch­ing;

All the rest shall mourn.

He’ll re­ceive them to Him­self

to

Dwell in para­dise;

God shall wipe away their tears—

’Tis mar­vel­ous in our eyes.