Quite suddenly,

at the turning of the lane

Where I stand to watch the skylark

so as from out of the swelling grain

Then the Trump of God shall thrill me

with its call so loud and clear

And I am called away to meet Him, whom of all I hold so dear


Quite suddenly,

it may be in His house I bend my knee

When the Kingly voice,

long hoped for comes at last to summon me

And the fellowship of Earthly life,

that has seemed so passing sweet

Proves nothing but the shadow of our meeting at His feet


Quite suddenly,

it may be as I tread the busy street

Strong to endure life’s stress and strain,

its every call to meet

That thro’ the roar of traffic,

a trumpet silvery clear

Shall stir my startled senses and proclaim His coming near


Quite suddenly,

it may be as I lie in dreamless sleep

God’s gift to many a sorrowing heart,

with no more tears to weep

That a call shall break the slumber

and a voice sound in my ear

Rise up my love and come away,

Behold the Bridegroom’s here.


Copied March 18th, 1946