1 The last dread trump is sounding!
Heaven’s pearly gates unfold;
The Judge, with might abounding,
Ye nations, now behold!
Heaven is shaking, earth is quaking,
Death’s grim record see unrolled.
2 With angel hosts surrounded,
On glory clouds His throne!
Hell’s legions now confounded,
Must yield the King His own.
Sinners moaning, crimes now owning,
Which before were all unknown!
3 In piteous tones now pleading,
In terror and in fear;
All other cries unheeding
Save this one, "Savior, hear!"
Man is sighing, bitter crying!
See at last the Judge appear.
4 Let faithful souls, victorious,
With joy and gladness sing;
While heavenly hosts all glorious,
On light and joyous wing,
With the story of His glory
Make the starry arches ring!
5 With shouts of rapt devotion
And songs of holy joy,
From ocean back to ocean,
Ye saints, your tongues employ;
Filled with gladness, past all sadness,
Peace He brings without alloy!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9225