Oh Lord there's trouble brewing,
Which may be our undoing,
Lost in the wilderness,
Oh the troubles we confess.

He helped me to find my way home,
A poor sinner who stood here alone,
Knowing that I hadn't the power,
The Lord saved me in that hour.

Now at the trumpet's sound,
You know where I can be found,
At the foot of the cross,
Now saved though once I was lost.

You'll see tears streaming down my face,
Tears of joy for what you have gave,
And you'll hear my songs of praise,
For this glorious gift of grace.

Amen my sweet Lord, I hear your call,
Your call to glory for us all,
Share the love, the lessons, and the light,
Share the word, the spirit, and the might.

For when that greatest of days come,
And when we are all made as one,
One loving family in the Lord,
Blessed to perfection forever more.

This will be the day of jubilee,
When our Lord returns and sets us free,
He will perfect us body and mind fully,
And our hearts will cry 'Holy, Holy, Holy!'