Great Speckle Bird No. 2

What a wonderful word is recorded
By the prophet of God in His words
Of His church and all those who are faithful
And are like to that great speckle bird

With all the other birds flocked against her
They envy her glory in vain
They hate her because she is chosen
And has not denied her dear name

She is spreading her wings for a journey
She is going to take by and by
When the trumpet sounds in that morning
She will meet her dear Lord in the sky

In the presence of all her despisers
With a song never uttered before
She will arise and be gone in a moment
For her great tribulations are o'er

I am longing the day of her coming
When friends that are gone I shall see
In robes and a crown of bright glory
They are waiting in Heaven for me