Waked by the trumpet’s sound,
I from my grave shall rise,
And see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies!

Who can resolve the doubt
That tears my anxious breast?
Shall I be with the lost cast out,
Or numbered with the blest?

Oh Thou that wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die!
Who diedst Thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery!–

Show me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe!
That when Thou comest on Thy throne,
I may with joy appear!