There's a calling out.

There's a calling out.

Come up here, come up here.

My beloved, my bride.

I see the light coming from the throne.

Breaking through the night as you call.

I feel the trembling, the trembling of the dark.

At each mention of your name.

Jesus, jesus.

Come up here, come up here.

My beloved, my bride. x2

I hear the cries, the cries of a broken bride

And I long to hold you in my arms as we dance.

I've taken away the stained and filthy rags

That you once called identity.

And I have laid out garments of white sewn

With grace and washed in blood.

Come up here, come up here.

My beloved, my bride.