Then Let The Seventh Trumpet Sound

Then let the seventh trumpet sound,
The fiercest lightnings glare;
The mountains melt, the solid ground
Dissolve as liquid air.

The huge celestial bodies roll
Amidst the general fire,
And shrivel as a parchment scroll,
And all in smoke expire.

Yet still the Lord, the Savior, reigns,
When nature is destroyed,
And no created thing remains
Throughout the flaming void.

Sublime upon His azure throne,
He speaks th’almighty word;
His fiat is obeyed! ’tis done,
And paradise restored.

So be it! let this system end,
These fading earth and skies;
The new Jerusalem descend;
The new creation rise.