WHEN THE TRUMP OF THE GREAT ARCHANGEL

When the trump of the great archangel

Its mighty tones shall sound,

And, the end of the world proclaiming,

Shall pierce the depths profound;

When the Son of Man shall come in His glory,

With all the saints on high,

What a shouting in the skies

From the multitudes that rise,

Changed in the twinkling of an eye




Changed in the twinkling of an eye,..

Changed in the twinkling of an eye;...

The trumpet shall sound,

The dead shall be raised,

Changed in the twinkling of an eye




When He comes in the clouds descending,

And they who loved Him here,

From their graves shall awake and praise Him

With joy and not with fear;

When the body and the soul are united,

And clothed no more to die,

What a shouting there will be

When each other's face we see;

Changed in the twinkling of an eye




Oh the seed that was sown in weakness

Shall then be raised in power,

And the songs of the blood bought millions

Shall hail that blissful hour;

When we gather safely home in the morning,

And night's dark shadows fly,

What a shouting on the shore

When we meet to part no more,

Changed in the twinkling of an eye