In the Twinkling of an Eye

When the trump of the great arch­an­gel

Its migh­ty tones shall sound

And

the end of the age pro­claim­ing

Shall pierce the depths pro­found;

When the Son of Man shall come in His glo­ry

To take the saints on high

What a shout­ing in the skies

From the mul­ti­tudes that rise

Changed in the twink­ling of an eye.

Changed in the twink­ling of an eye

Changed in the twink­ling of an eye

The trum­pet shall sound

the dead shall be raised

Changed in the twink­ling of an eye.

When He comes in the clouds des­cend­ing

And they who loved Him here

From their graves shall awake and praise Him

With joy and not with fear;

When the bo­dy and the soul are unit­ed

And clothed no more to die

What a shout­ing there will be

When each oth­er’s face we see

Changed in the twink­ling of an eye.

O the seed that was sown in weak­ness

Shall then be raised in pow’r

And the songs of the blood bought mill­ions

Shall hail that bliss­ful hour;

When we ga­ther safe­ly home in the morn­ing

And night’s dark sha­dows fly

What a shout­ing on the shore

When we meet to part no more

Changed in the twink­ling of an eye.