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The last loud trumpet’s wondrous sound
Shall through the rending tombs rebound,
And wake the nations under ground.
Nature and death shall with surprise
Behold the trembling sinner rise,
To view his Judge with conscious eyes.
Then shall with universal fear,
The seven-seal’d judgment book appear,
To scan the whole of life’s career.
The Judge ascends His awful throne,
Each secret sin shall here be known.
All must with shame confess their own.
Ah, wretched! what shall I then say,
What patron find, my fears t’ allay,
When even the just shall dread that day?
Thou mighty, formidable King!
Of mercy unexhausted spring!
