The Great Archangel’s Trump

The great arch­an­gel’s trump shall sound

While twice ten thou­sand thun­ders roar

Tear up the graves

and cleave the ground

And make the greedy sea re­store.

The greedy sea shall yield her dead

The earth no more her slain con­ceal;

Sinners shall lift their guil­ty head

And shrink to see a yawn­ing hell.

But we

who now our Lord con­fess

And faith­ful to the end en­dure

Shall stand in Je­sus’ right­eous­ness

Stand

as the Rock of Ag­es

sure.

We

while the stars from heav­en shall fall

And mount­ains are on mount­ains hurled

Shall stand un­moved amidst them all

And smile to see a burn­ing world.

The earth

and all the works there­in

Dissolve

by rag­ing flames de­stroyed

While we sur­vey the aw­ful scene

And mount ab­ove the fie­ry void.

By faith we now tran­scend the skies

And on that ru­ined world look down;

By love ab­ove all height we rise

And share the ev­er­last­ing throne.