Suddenly

Quite suddenly&md;it may be at the turning of the laneWhere I stand to watch a skylarkfrom out the golden grain.That the trump of God shall thrill mewith its call so loud and clear.And I'm called away to meet Himwhen 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 strainits envy call to meet.That through the roar of traffica trumpet silver clearShall stir my startled senses andproclaim His coming near.

Quite suddenly&md;it may be as I liein dreamless sleep.That a call shall break my slumberand a voice sound in my earRise up, my love, and come awaybehold, the Bridegroom's here.