Lyrics

What a wonderful word is recorded By the prophet of God in His words Of His church and all those who are faithful And are like to that great speckle bird With all the other birds flocked against her They envy her glory in vain They hate her because she is chosen And has not denied her dear name She is spreading her wings for a journey She is going to take by and by When the trumpet sounds in that morning She will meet her dear Lord in the sky In the presence of all her despisers With a song never uttered before She will arise and be gone in a moment For her great tribulations are o'er I am longing the day of her coming When friends that are gone I shall see In robes and a crown of bright glory They are waiting in Heaven for me