Desapareceu Um Povo / Ao Estrugir a Trombeta / Ditosa Cidade / As Sete Trombetas

Very soon there will be news
Of a people that disappeared
It was a very humble people, who suffered a lot here
That people was the people of God

Where is that noisy people?
Where are they that no brother is seen?
Someone with a voice of lament
Will say at this moment
That people went away to Zion

When the angelic trumpet sounds in this world
I will hear Jesus calling my name
For I believe in the promise, and that God will fulfill it
When Christ proclaims my name

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
I will hear Jesus calling my name
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
I hope to hear Jesus calling me

The blessed city must be beautiful
If I could, I would go there now
I would see the Lord face to face
I would sing in that immense choir

I would see angels and cherubim there
Gathered singing hosannas to the king
Soon this thought of mine will become reality
For I will fly there

"And when the last angel plays the last trumpet
There will be in heaven loud voices saying
The kingdoms of the world have become
Our Lord's and Savior Jesus Christ's
And He will reign forever
And the twenty-four elders
Who are seated on their thrones
Will fall on their faces and worship Him
In spirit and in truth"

I don't want to be here when the trumpets sound
I don't want to be here, I want to be with Jehovah
I will prepare myself, I will prepare myself
I won't stay here, I won't stay here

I want to be beyond everything
I don't belong to this world
I will keep my faith so as not to lose my crown
I want to walk in holiness
To see the face of My Bridegroom
And worship the Almighty in excellence