When the Last Trumpet’s Awful Voice | Isaac Watts Heaven

1. When the last trumpet’s awful voice
   This rending earth shall shake;
   When op’ning graves shall yield their charge
   And dust to life awake;
2. Those bodies that corrupted fell,
   Shall incorrupt arise,
   And mortal forms shall spring to life
   Immortal in the skies.
3. Behold, what heav’nly prophets sung
   Is now at last fulfilled;
   And Death yields up his ancient reign,
   And, vanquished, quits the field.
4. Let Faith exalt her joyful voice,
   And now in triumph sing:
   “O Grave, where is thy victory?
   And where, O Death, thy sting?”