When The Last Trumpet’s Awful Voice
This Rending Earth Shall Shake;
When Opening Graves Shall Yield Their Charge
And Dust To Life Awake;

Those Bodies That Corrupted Fell,
Shall Incorrupt Arise,
And Mortal Forms Shall Spring To Life
Immortal In The Skies.

Behold, What Heavenly Prophets Sung
Is Now At Last Fulfilled;
And Death Yields Up His Ancient Reign,
And, Vanquished, Quits The Field.

Let Faith Exalt Her Joyful Voice,
And Now In Triumph Sing:
“O Grave, Where Is Thy Victory?
And Where, O Death, Thy Sting?”

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