Gabriel has a trumpet
Which he's about to blow
God say's to him get ready
I'm calling my children home
Now no man knows the day
Nor the hour when this will be
But brother just look around you
And you will surely see
Perilous times are here
We live in such distress
I don't know how we've gone this far
Were in an awful mess
I look to Heaven's clouds each day
Our redemption draweth nigh
Surely he will soon appear
In the eastern sky
It could be today
And that would just be fine
But you can count on one thing
And that is: It's About Time