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.