By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 THE great archangel's trump shall sound,
      (While twice ten thousand thunders roar)
      Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground,
      And make the greedy sea restore.

      2 The greedy sea shall yield her dead,
      The earth no more her slain conceal;
      Sinners shall lift their guilty head,
      And shrink to see a yawning hell.

      3 But we, who now our Lord confess,
      And faithful to the end endure,
      Shall stand in Jesu's righteousness,
      Stand, as the Rock of ages, sure.

      4 We, while the stars from heaven shall fall,
      And mountains are on mountains hurled,
      Shall stand unmoved amidst them all,
      And smile to see a burning world.

      5 The earth, and all the works therein,
      Dissolve, by raging flames destroyed,
      While we survey the awful scene,
      And mount above the fiery void.

      6 By faith we now transcend the skies,
      And on that ruined world look down;
      By love above all height we rise,
      And share the everlasting throne.