There’ll Be Shouting in the Air

There’ll be shout­ing in the air

When the Sav­ior comes

With His clouds of light and wings of flame;

All the na­tions un­der­ground

Then shall hear the trum­pet sound

And rise shout­ing when He comes again.

There’ll be shout­ing

there’ll be shout­ing

There’ll be shout­ing when He comes again;

There’ll be shout­ing

there’ll be shout­ing

There’ll be shout­ing when He comes again.

There’ll be shou­ting in the air

When the Sav­ior comes

When He comes to earth to claim His own;

From the east and from the west

Over all this vast do­main

They’ll rise shout­ing when He comes again.

When the re­sur­rect­ion comes

And the saints arise

To go meet the Sav­ior in the skies

Hallelujahs we will sing

Shouting prais­es to His name;

There’ll be shout­ing when He comes again.

’Tis a bless­èd

bless­èd thought

That He’ll come some day

And will bear us in a cloud away

To our bless­èd home on high

Free from sor­row

toil and pain

There’ll be shout­ing when He comes again.