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: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 801, alt. The Final Sentence.
Music: Grace Church Ignaz J. Pleyel, 1815 (🔊 pdf nwc).
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If you know where to get a good picture of Beddome (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
The trumpet sounds, the Judge descends,
A numerous guard surrounds his throne;
His once-dishonored form appears,
Far brighter than the noon-day sun.
Millions before Him trembling stand,
And wait the great decisive word—
Depart to everlasting woe,
Or Come, ye blessèd of the Lord.
According to their deeds performed,
The righteous sentence shall be giv’n;
For saints and sinners is prepared,
A dreadful hell or glorious Heav’n.