Hark to the trump, behold it breaks

1 Hark to the trump! Behold, it breaks
The sleep of ag­es now:
And lo! the light of glo­ry shines
On ma­ny ach­ing brow.

2 Changed in a mo­ment—raised to life,
The quick, the dead arise,
Responsive to the an­gel’s voice
That calls us to the skies.

3 Ascending through the crowd­ed air,
On ea­gle’s wings we soar;
To dwell in the full joy of love,
And sor­row there no more.

4 Undazzled by the glor­ious light
Of that be­lov­èd brow,
We see, with­out a sin­gle cloud,
We see the Sav­ior now!

5 O Lord, the bright and bless­èd hope
That cheered us through the past,
Of full eter­nal rest in Thee,
Is all ful­filled at last.

6 The cry of sor­row here is hushed,
The voice of pray­er is o’er;*
’Tis need­less now—for Lord, we crave
Thy gra­cious help no more.

7 Praise, end­less praise alone be­comes
This bright and bless­èd place,
Where ev­ery eye be­holds un­veiled
The mys­ter­ies of Thy grace.


Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16671

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #16671