Xvii. [14]

Before his Throne a Trump is blown,   proclaiming th’ Day of Doom; Forthwith he cries, “_Ye Dead arise_   _and unto Judgment come._“ No sooner said, but ’tis obey’d;   Sepulchers open’d are; Dead bodies all rise at his call,   and’s mighty Power declare.

XVIII.

Both Sea and Land at his command,   their Dead at once surrender; The Fire and Air constrainéd are   also their dead to tender. The mighty Word of this great Lord   links Body and Soul together, Both of the Just and the unjust,   to part no more for ever.

_The living changed_