In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. 1 Corinthians 15:52
Words: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 797, alt.
Sinners and Saints.
If you know where to get a good picture of Beddome (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Lo, the righteous Judge descending,
In full glory through the sky,
Suns and stars have veiled their splendor,
While their King is passing by:
Now His signal
Tells us that the judgment’s nigh.
Bands celestial all around Him,
Bow obedient to His word;
Hear archangel sound the trumpet,
See the dead to life restored;
In a moment,
They ascend to meet their Lord.
Gather all My saints, ye angels,
Who were made your special care;
Fly to earth’s remotest regions,
Bring My ransomed children near;
That to glory
They may all with Me repair.
But the sinner, then confounded,
Will with awe the Judge survey,
Hear his dreadful doom announcèd,
And retire in deep dismay;
To the deathless worm a prey.