On some glad and glo­ri­ous morn­ing
We shall hear the so­lemn warn­ing,
Hear a trum­pet ring­ing loud­ly in the skies;
Angel bands with torch­es flam­ing,
Will the judg­ment be pro­claim­ing,
On that last great day
When all the dead shall rise.

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On that judg­ment day,
On that last great day,
When the trum­pet sounds,
And all the dead shall rise;
Will you hear the dread­ful sen­tence,
Oh, de­part, I know you not,
Or Dwell for­ev­er­more in pa­ra­dise?

Oh, what weep­ing and what wail­ing,
Of the wick­ed ones now fail­ing
At the judg­ment bar to en­ter pa­ra­dise;
Oh, what shout­ing and re­joic­ing,
Of re­deemed ones, prais­es voic­ing,
In that last great day
When all the dead shall rise.

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Be ye rea­dy for that morn­ing,
When ye hear that cla­ri­on warn­ing,
When the Son of Man ap­pear­eth in the skies;
Lest in dark­ness ev­er­last­ing,
You the Lord shall then be cast­ing,
On that last great day
When all the dead shall rise.

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