Suddenly

Quite suddenly&md;it may be at the turning of the laneWhere I stand to watch a skylark from out the golden grain.That the trump of God shall thrill me with its call so loud and clear.And I'm called away to meet Him when of all I hold most dear.Quite suddenly&md;it may be as I tread the busy street.Strong to endure life's stress and strain its envy call to meet.

That through the roar of traffic a trumpet silver clearShall stir my startled senses and proclaim His coming near.Quite suddenly&md;it may be as I lie in dreamless sleep.That a call shall break my slumber and a voice sound in my ear Rise up, my love, and come away behold, the bridegroom's here.