There Is a Lamb

There is a sound
Like a roar of thunder
Like the rushing waters
Like harpists with a song
There is a voice
That echoes through the ages
Like dancers to a cadence
Like poets with a psalm
Fear God… give Him glory
There is a Lamb
Crowned in pure gold
He’ll come on the clouds
With trumpets and shouts
To gather us home
Now is the time
The wheat is ripe for threshing
The grapes are full for treading
The wedding feast’s at hand
Fear God… give Him glory
There is a Lamb
Crowned in pure gold
He’ll come on the clouds
With trumpets and shouts
To gather us home
There is a Lamb
White as the snow
There is a Bride
She’ll follow Him
Wherever He goes
And we will see the glory of the coming of the Lord
And we will see the glory of the coming of the Lord
And we will see the glory of the coming of the Lord
And we will see the glory of the coming of the Lord
There is a Lamb
Crowned in pure gold
He’ll come on the clouds
With trumpets and shouts
To gather us home
There is a Lamb
White as the snow
There is a Bride
And she’ll follow Him
Wherever He goes
We are Your bride
And we’ll follow You
Wherever You go
We are Your bride
And we’ll follow You
Wherever You go
Wherever You go
Wherever You go
Wherever You go
Wherever You go
And we will see the glory of the coming of the Lord