The Homecoming

I See the Light
Shining from the white of the Robe
And I hear the voice
Of the Master calling all His children home

And I hear the angels sing
As they gather 'round the throne
Singing praises to their Lord and King
As He calls the children home

I hear a trumpet call
Bursting through the crystal evening air
I see them gathered
Every nation, tribe and tongue is there

And I hear the angels sing
As they gather 'round the throne
Singing praises to their Lord and King
As He calls the children home

You can't imagine how He loves you
How His heart pines for you

Lo, there's a mansion
Prepared for His elect, the chosen ones
There is a place of honor
At the banquet table with the Son

And I hear the angels sing
As they gather 'round the throne
Singing praises to their Lord and King
As He calls the children home