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
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