Hark, 'Tis the Trump of God

1 Hark! ’tis the trump of God
Sounds through the realms abroad,
Time is no more.
Horrors invest the skies;
Graves burst, and myriads rise;
Nature, in agonies,
Yields up her store.

2 Changed in a moment’s space
Lo, the affrighted race
Shriek and despair;
Now they attempt to flee,
Curse immortality,
And eye their misery
Dreadfully near.

3 Quick reels the bursting earth,
Rocked by a storm of wrath,
Hurled from her sphere;
Heart rending thunders roll,
Demons tormented howl,
Great God! support my soul,
Yielding to fear.

4 O my Redeemer, come;
And through the fearful gloom
Brighten Thy way;
How would our souls arise,
Soar through the flaming skies,
Join the solemnities
Of this great day!

5 See! see! th’incarnate God
Swiftly emits abroad
Glories benign;
Lo! lo! He comes—He’s here;
Angels and saints appear,
Fled is my every fear,
Jesus is mine.

6 High on a flaming throne
Rides the eternal Son,
Sovereign, august!
Worlds from His presence fly,
Shrink at His majesty;
Stars, dashed along the sky,
Awfully burst.

7 Thousands of thousands wait
Round the judicial seat,
Glorified here;
Prostrate the elders fall;
Winged is my raptured soul;
High to the Judge of all,
Lo! I draw near.

8 O my approving God!
Washed in Thy precious blood,
Bold I advance;
Fearless we range along,
Join the triumphant throng,
Shout an ecstatic song,
Through the expanse.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8431