English poem
Christian Songs, Song LIV
by John Glas (1809–1894)
Hark! the trump of God doth sound; Th' arch-angel's voice is heard on high: Now the Lord himself descends, With a shout that rends the sky.
2 See! his dead have heard the sound! Spring immortal from the tomb; And with rapture meet their Lord, * Crying, Now the kingdom's come,
3 Lo! his people too on earth In a moment chang'd all rise, In the clouds caught up with them, To meet their Saviour in the skies.
4 See! mortality of life Swallow'd up eternally! Death, O Death! where is thy sting? Where, O Grave! thy victory?
5 Now, all tears are wip'd away; Free from curse, and free from pain, All Christ's people, now with him, Kings, and Priests, for ever reign;
6 Heirs of God! joint heirs with Christ! All triumphant o'er their foes; All God's fullness they possess, And their cup still overflows.
7 In the hope of all this joy, Let us, brethren, still be found, Stedfast in the faith of Christ, And in love let us abound.
8 Let his matchless love to us, To his work our souls constrain, Knowing, that our labour wrought In the Lord, shall not be vain.