David Ruis We Will Dance
Sing a song of celebration
Lift up a shout of praise
For the Bridegroom will come
The glorious One
And oh, we will look on His face
We'll go to a much better place
Dance with all your might
Lift up your hands and clap for joy
The time's drawing near
When He will apear
And oh, we still stand by His side
A strong, pure, spotless bride
We will dance on the streets that are golden
The glorious bride and the great Son of Man
From every tongue and tribe and nation
Will join in the song of the Lamb
Sing aloud for the time of rejoicing is near
The risen King, our groom, is soon to appear
The wedding feast to come is now near at last
Lift up your voice, proclaim the coming Lamb
