The Last Resurrection

Verse 1

The Ancient of eternal days, Enthron'd in light's celestial blaze, With shouting thousands comes. The archangelick trump is blown. A voice is heard from glory's throne. The spirit breathes on ev'ry bone; And rends the cleaving tombs.

Verse 2

Now comes the end— the end divine— See death, and hell, the dead resign To Christ, who holds the keys: The judgment sits— the books unfold— The actions of a world they hold; And there Omniscience has enroll'd, Mysterious, high decrees.

Verse 3

These books are clos'd.—Then opens wide The book of life— His book who died For all: — who rose again: The writing in Immanuel's blood, The signet of the wine press trod, Prevails for guilty man, with God: A world rewards his pain.

Verse 4

Salvation to the Lamb on high, Salvation is the mighty cry. The glorious work is done. Tears, sorrow, death, and anguish dire, Like visions of the night retire; And ecstacy awakes the lyre, To Father, Spirit, Son!