soon shall the trump of god of god

soon shall the trump of god
give out the welcome sound,
that shakes death’s silent chamber walls,
and breaks the turf-sealed ground.

you dwellers in the dust,
awake, come forth, and sing;
sharp has your frost of winter been,
but bright shall be your spring.

’twas sown in weakness here;
’twill then be raised in power;
that which was sown an earthly seed
shall rise a heav’nly flower.