Hark, the judgment trumpet sounding
Rends the skies and shakes the poles;
Lo, the day, with wrath abounding,
Breaks upon astonished souls:
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.