The Lord Himself will come down from Heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trumpet call of God.
1 Thessalonians 4:16
Words: Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems 1742, page 128. This is a short version of Let the World Lament Their Dead.
Music: Greystone William R. Waghorne, in Songs for Little People (Danielson & Conant: 1905) (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a better photo of Waghorne,
Jesus, faithful to His word,
Shall with a shout descend;
All Heaven’s host their glorious Lord
Shall pompously attend;
Christ shall come with dreadful noise,
Lightnings swift, and thunders loud;
With the great archangel’s voice,
And with the trump of God.
First the dead in Christ shall rise;
Then we that yet remain
Shall be caught up to the skies,
And see our Lord again:
We shall meet Him in the air,
All rapt up to Heaven shall be,
See, and love, and praise Him there,
To all eternity.
Who can tell the happiness
This glorious hope affords?
Joy unuttered we possess
In these reviving words;
Happy while on earth we breathe,
Mightier bliss ordained to know;
Trampling upon sin and death,
To the third Heaven we go.