Behold, What Light Rolls Back the Sky?

Behold

what light rolls back the sky?

That fear and tre­pi­da­tion!

The trum­pets blast a vic­t’ry cry

For ran­somed con­gre­ga­tions.

And lead­ing them

their sov­er­eign head

Is Christ the judge of quick and dead

Demanding ex­ul­ta­tion.

No doubt or athe­is­tic thought

Shall then de­ny God’s pow­er.

Those who against his Gos­pel fought

Shall wail and gnash and co­wer.

For those who claim they could not know

Creation’s wit­ness here be­low

Condemns them in that hour.

The Spir­it-called and blood-re­deemed

Shall have full vin­di­ca­tion

Enjoying God with bliss un­dreamed

In ho­ly con­sum­ma­tion.

And those that sleep in Christ

who rise

With flesh made new be­fore their eyes

Receive glo­ri­fi­ca­tion.

Then let our voice erupt in song

In pray­er for His re­turn­ing.

Be pleased

Lord

not to tar­ry long

To end cre­ation’s yearn­ing.

Acquitted at your judg­ment seat

We’ll cast our crowns be­fore your feet—

Not ours but Christ’s the earn­ing.