Hark! that sound of rap­tur­ous joy
Bursting forth from yon­der cloud:
Jesus comes, and thro’ the sky,
Angels tell their joy aloud.

Now the world’s du­ra­tion ends,
Now the Lord will meet his foes;
These shall per­ish, but His friends
Shall in Heav’n ob­tain re­pose.

Hark, the trum­pet’s aw­ful voice
Sounds abroad thro’ sea and land;
Let His peo­ple now re­joice,
Their re­demp­tion is at hand.

See! the Lord ap­pears in view,
Heav’n and earth be­fore Him fly:
Rise, ye saints, He comes for you;
Rise to meet Him in the sky.

Go and dwell with Him above,
Where no foes can e’er mo­lest;
Happy in the Sav­ior’s love!
Blessing and for ev­er blest.