Hark, the Judgment Trumpet Sounding

Hark

the judg­ment trum­pet sound­ing

Rends the skies and shakes the poles;

Lo

the day

with wrath ab­ound­ing

Breaks up­on as­ton­ished souls:

Every crea­ture

Now the aw­ful Judge be­holds.

Jesus

Captain of sal­va­tion

Leads His ar­mies down the skies;

Every kin­dred

tribe and na­tion

From the sleep of death

arise:

Heaven’s loud sum­mons

Fills the world with dread sur­prise.

Zion’s king

His throne as­cend­ing

Calls His saints be­fore His face;

Crowns with glo­ry nev­er end­ing

All the child­ren of His grace:

Heaven shall ec­ho;

Songs of tri­umph fill the place.

Look be­neath

where hell is burn­ing!

There the sons of dark­ness lie;

Hope to black des­pair is turn­ing;

There the worm shall nev­er die:

Careless sin­ner

Oh

to Je­sus quickly fly.