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