In a time of great unease
As the sky was filled with thunder
And the stars began to freeze
I stood upon a mountain high
Gazing down at earth below
And the final trumpet sounded
With a blast so loud and slow
The sky was torn asunder
With a light so fierce and bright
The nations trembled, cowering
In the terror of that sight
The earth shook with the power
As the seas began to roar
And the echo of the trumpet
Called the faithful to adore
The saints arose in glory
From their graves and from their sleep
With robes as white as morning
And with joy so pure and deep
Their voices raised in chorus
As they gathered to the King
Who descended in His splendor
With the justice He did bring
The wicked and the haughty
Who had scorned the name of God
Fell down in fear and trembling
At His coming, iron rod
The cities of their riches
Turned to ashes in His flame
And the powers that had ruled them
Were confounded in their shame
But those who trusted firmly
In the Lamb who had been slain
Saw a world unfolding
Free from sorrow, free from pain
The gardens bloomed eternal
And the rivers flowed with grace
As the King in all His beauty
Wiped each tear from every face
The vision then did vanish
As the morning light did break
With the promise of His kingdom
And the hope that we partake
For the trumpet’s final calling
Is the herald of the day
When the faithful shall be gathered
And forever with Him stay