What Sound Is This

1WHAT sound is this salutes my ear?
'Tis Gabriel's trump methinks I hear,
The expected day has come.
Behold the heavens, the earth, the sea,
Proclaim the year of Jubilee,
Return, ye exiles, home.

2Behold; the fair Jerusalem,
Illuminated by the Lamb;
In glory doth appear.
Fair Zion rising from the tombs,
To meet the Bridegroom, lo! He comes,
And hails the festive year.

3My soul is striving to be there;
I long to rise and wing the air,
And trace the sacred road.
Adieu, adieu, all earthly things;
O, that I had an angel's wings.
I'd quickly see my God.

4Fly, lingering moments, fly, O, fly!
I thirst, I pant, I long to try,
Angelic joys to prove!
Soon shall I quit this house of clay,
Clap my glad wings and soar away,
And shout redeeming love.