The Appointed Time My God Shall Keep
To Wake Our Loved Ones From Their Sleep.
A Joyous Choir He Then Shall Raise
Up From The Earth To Sing Him Praise.
Oh, How Thankful Shall We Be
When All Creation Is Set Free-
When Even Mortal Flesh From Earth
Shall Be Transformed In Second Birth.
Even Now His Promises Are Seen
In Ancient Trees Anewed With Green,
When Spring Ascends Up From The Ground
And Life In Every Shape Is Found.
It Tells Again My God Is True;
Our Loved Ones, Too, He Shall Renew.
The Bud Is Promise Of The Flower-
The Evidence Of God’s Power.
Oh, What Glories Shall Unfold
When Christ At Last We Shall Behold