This is our blessed hope, the son of man is coming soon
The trumpet has been set, to the archangel's lip
The sky will crack, and in the twinkling of an eye all is revealed

The hour has yet to fall us but soon
This prize will be apparent to us all

Pressing on, digging in for a goal worth so much more
Than any desire this heart could ever contain
On that day, our ransom redeemed
His glory will shine forever, our faith embodied whole

The very substance of our faith unfolds
This is our blessed hope

Why do we stop believing part way through his great story
When his true perfect nature will soon reveal it's glory?
An inheritance incorruptible, perfection passed down by grace
He is the resurrection in him my hope is placed
I hear their voices rising from all the empty graves
"in man did we so perish, in christ we live again"

The hour has yet to fall us but soon
This prize will be apparent to us all

"in man did we so perish, in christ we live again"