Then Let the Seventh Trumpet Sound

Then let the sev­enth trum­pet sound

The fierc­est lightn­ings glare;

The mount­ains melt

the sol­id ground

Dissolve as li­quid air.

The huge ce­les­ti­al bo­dies roll

Amidst the ge­ne­ral fire

And shri­vel as a parch­ment scroll

And all in smoke ex­pire.

Yet still the Lord

the Sav­ior

reigns

When na­ture is de­stroyed

And no cre­at­ed thing re­mains

Throughout the flam­ing void.

Sublime upon His az­ure throne

He speaks th’almigh­ty word;

His fi­at is ob­eyed! ’tis done

And para­dise re­stored.

So be it! let this sys­tem end

These fad­ing earth and skies;

The new Je­ru­sa­lem des­cend;

The new cre­ation rise.