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.