Hark, the judg­ment trum­pet sound­ing
Rends the skies and shakes the poles;
Lo, the day, with wrath abound­ing,
Breaks up­on as­ton­ished souls:
Every crea­ture
Now the aw­ful Judge be­holds.

Jesus, Captain of sal­va­tion,
Leads His ar­mies down the skies;
Every kin­dred, tribe and na­tion,
From the sleep of death, arise:
Heaven’s loud sum­mons
Fills the world with dread sur­prise.

Zion’s king, His throne as­cend­ing,
Calls His saints be­fore His face;
Crowns with glo­ry ne­ver end­ing,
All the child­ren of His grace:
Heaven shall ec­ho;
Songs of tri­umph fill the place.

Look be­neath, where hell is burn­ing!
There the sons of dark­ness lie;
Hope to black des­pair is turn­ing;
There the worm shall ne­ver die:
Careless sin­ner,
Oh, to Je­sus quickly fly.