When the Last Trumpet's Awful Voice

Verse 1

When the last trumpet’s awful voice this rending earth shall shake, when op’ning graves shall yield their charge, and dust to life awake;

Verse 2

those bodies that corrupted fell shall incorrupted rise, and mortal forms shall spring to life immortal in the skies.

Verse 3

Behold what heav’nly prophets sung is now at last fulfill'd, that Death should yield his ancient reign, and, vanquish'd, quit the field.

Verse 4

Let Faith exalt her joyful voice, and thus begin to sing; O Grave! where is thy triumph now? and where, O Death! thy sting?

Verse 5

Thy sting was sin, and conscious guilt, ’twas this that arm'd thy dart; the law gave sin its strength and force to pierce the sinner’s heart:

Verse 6

but God, whose name be ever bless’d! disarms that foe we dread, and makes us conqu’rors when we die, through Christ our living head.

Verse 7

Then stedfast let us still remain, though dangers rise around, and in the work prescrib'd by God yet more and more abound;

Verse 8

assured that though we labour now, we labour not in vain, but, through the grace of Heav’n’s great Lord th’ eternal crown shall gain.