My Redeemer, to save,
You reign, My King,
Over the grave;
You died and descended,
Then away rolled the stone,
You took the keys in Your hand,
You’ve taken the throne!
You’re coming one day,
The clouds You’ll blow away,
How great a shout there will be;
Like the thund’rous whirling
Of a tornado swirling,
A hurricane bursting over the sea;
On the wind ‘neath Your wing,
Like an eagle I’ll soar,
Rising, I’ll rise with my risen Lord!
You’re the Root of David,
The Vine of Life,
The Bright Morning Star,
Heaven’s pure light;
You’re the Alpha, Omega,
The Beginning, the End,
And surely and quickly
You’re coming again!
You’re coming one day,
You’ll blow the clouds away,
How great a shout there will be;
Like the thund’rous whirling
Of a tornado swirling,
A hurricane bursting over the sea;
On the wind ‘neath Your wing,
Like an eagle I’ll soar,
Rising, I’ll rise with my risen Lord!
Author: Carolyn Roehrig
