Hear the trumpet's awful sound

Hear the trumpet's awful sound!
Through the skies, the world around,
Loud its echoes do rebound,—
The Judgment day is come.
See the angel takes his stand
On the sea and on the land,
With solemn oath, at God's command,
Declares that time is done.

Now the Savior comes in fire,
Angels, dressed in heaven's attire,
Wait around him with desire
To do his holy will;
Now the sleeping dead arise,
Ghastly pale, with dread surprise,
All in hell now ope their eyes,
And burn in anger still.

Gathered round the throne they stand,
Waiting there on either hand;
Final is the dread command,
Depart—or blessed be;
Friends and neighbors, you 'll be there,
In the judgment you must share,
Will you for it now prepare,
And to the Savior flee?

Come, then, now submit to him,
He will cleanse you from all sin,
To his courts now enter in,
And be forever blessed;
Then you 'll hail the solemn day
When the earth shall flee away;
When arrives the Judgment day
You 'll enter into rest.