When the trump of the great arch­an­gel
Its migh­ty tones shall sound,
And, the end of the age pro­claim­ing,
Shall pierce the depths pro­found;
When the Son of Man shall come in His glo­ry
To take the saints on high,
What a shout­ing in the skies
From the mul­ti­tudes that rise,
Changed in the twink­ling of an eye.

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Changed in the twink­ling of an eye,
Changed in the twink­ling of an eye,
The trum­pet shall sound, the dead shall be raised,
Changed in the twink­ling of an eye.

When He comes in the clouds des­cend­ing,
And they who loved Him here,
From their graves shall awake and praise Him
With joy and not with fear;
When the bo­dy and the soul are unit­ed,
And clothed no more to die,
What a shout­ing there will be
When each oth­er’s face we see,
Changed in the twink­ling of an eye.

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O the seed that was sown in weak­ness
Shall then be raised in pow’r
And the songs of the blood bought mill­ions
Shall hail that bliss­ful hour;
When we ga­ther safe­ly home in the morn­ing,
And night’s dark sha­dows fly,
What a shout­ing on the shore
When we meet to part no more,
Changed in the twink­ling of an eye.

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