When the Dead Shall Rise

On some glad and glo­ri­ous morn­ing

We shall hear the so­lemn warn­ing

Hear a trum­pet ring­ing loud­ly in the skies;

Angel bands with torch­es flam­ing

Will the judg­ment be pro­claim­ing

On that last great day

When all the dead shall rise.

On that judg­ment day

On that last great day

When the trum­pet sounds

And all the dead shall rise;

Will you hear the dread­ful sen­tence

Oh

de­part

I know you not

Or Dwell for­ev­er­more in para­dise?

Oh

what weep­ing and what wail­ing

Of the wick­ed ones now fail­ing

At the judg­ment bar to en­ter para­dise;

Oh

what shout­ing and re­joic­ing

Of re­deemed ones

prais­es voic­ing

In that last great day

When all the dead shall rise.

Be ye rea­dy for that morn­ing

When ye hear that cla­ri­on warn­ing

When the Son of Man ap­pear­eth in the skies;

Lest in dark­ness ev­er­last­ing

You the Lord shall then be cast­ing

On that last great day

When all the dead shall rise.