Hark! ’Tis the Trump of God

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.