Verse 1 The curtain tore from top to floor, The way to God stood open; The Lamb was slain, the debt was paid, Just as the prophets had spoken. The Temple fell, the altar stilled, No sacrifice returned; The final offering had been made— But still the world discerned not. Chorus Wake up, wake up, These are more than ancient stories; Jesus died and Jesus rose, And He’s coming back in glory. Wake up, wake up, Lift your eyes from all distraction; Truth is standing at the door— Now is the time for action. Verse 2 Isaiah saw the suffering One, Psalm Twenty-Two described Him; Pierced and mocked, His garments shared, Yet death could never bind Him. The stone rolled back, the tomb stood bare, The witnesses proclaimed it; The world may turn its eyes away, But disbelief can’t change it. Chorus Wake up, wake up, These are more than ancient stories; Jesus died and Jesus rose, And He’s coming back in glory. Wake up, wake up, Lift your eyes from all distraction; Truth is standing at the door— Now is the time for action. Bridge The trumpet sounds, the hour is near, The walls will not stand forever; We cannot sleep while souls are lost— Lord, help us point to the Savior. Not out of anger, not out of pride, But love that speaks the truth; Open every blinded eye, And make the sleeping new. Final Chorus Wake up, wake up, These are more than ancient stories; Jesus died and Jesus rose, And He’s coming back in glory. Wake up, wake up, Hear the sound of Heaven calling; Christ has conquered sin and death— And every wall is falling. Outro Wake up, wake up, The risen King is calling. Wake up, wake up— The final trumpet’s coming.
