The Trumpet Sounds, the Judge Descends

The trum­pet sounds

the Judge des­cends

A nu­mer­ous guard sur­rounds His throne;

His once-dis­hon­ored form appears

Far bright­er than the noon-day sun.

Millions be­fore Him trem­bling stand

And wait the great de­ci­sive word—

Depart to ev­er­last­ing woe

Or Come

ye bless­èd of the Lord.

According to their deeds per­formed

The right­eous sen­tence shall be giv’n;

For saints and sin­ners is pre­pared

A dread­ful hell or glo­ri­ous Heav’n.