Soon Shall the Trumpet Spread

Soon shall the trum­pet spread

Its ani­mat­ing sound—

Awake

arise

ye nu­mer­ous dead

Ye na­tions un­der­ground.

The so­lemn call’s ob­eyed

In won­drous crowds they come

Reluctantly

and all di­smayed

To hear their fi­nal doom.

Be that im­port­ant day

Impressed up­on my mind

Let me with con­stant fer­vor pray

That I may mer­cy find.

Oh let my heart re­joice

To find the Judge my friend;

His love shall then at­tune my voice

When time and na­ture end.