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The Last Dread Trump Is Sounding

The last dread trump is sounding!

Author: Hermon Griswold Batterson
Tune: BRADFORD (Haydn)
Published in 1 hymnal

Printable scores: PDF, Noteworthy Composer
Audio files: MIDI

Representative Text

1 The last dread trump is sounding!
Heaven’s pearly gates unfold;
The Judge, with might abounding,
Ye nations, now behold!
Heaven is shaking, earth is quaking,
Death’s grim record see unrolled.

2 With angel hosts surrounded,
On glory clouds His throne!
Hell’s legions now confounded,
Must yield the King His own.
Sinners moaning, crimes now owning,
Which before were all unknown!

3 In piteous tones now pleading,
In terror and in fear;
All other cries unheeding
Save this one, "Savior, hear!"
Man is sighing, bitter crying!
See at last the Judge appear.

4 Let faithful souls, victorious,
With joy and gladness sing;
While heavenly hosts all glorious,
On light and joyous wing,
With the story of His glory
Make the starry arches ring!

5 With shouts of rapt devotion
And songs of holy joy,
From ocean back to ocean,
Ye saints, your tongues employ;
Filled with gladness, past all sadness,
Peace He brings without alloy!

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9225

Author: Hermon Griswold Batterson

Hermon G. Batterson was born on May 28, 1827 in Marble Dale, Connecticut. He was ordained an Anglican deacon in 1861 by Bishop Gregg of Texas, after which he became a missionary at Seguin. A year later he had charge of St. Mark’s, San Antonio, Texas. In 1862, he became Rector of Grace Church, Wabasha, Minnesota, and while there was advanced to the priesthood by Bishop Whipple in 1866. In 1869 he became Rector of St. Clement’s Church, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He remained at St. Clement’s until 1872, and then, after several years spent outside of parish work, he accepted the rectorship of the Church of the Annunciation, Philadelphia, in 1880. He stayed there until 1888, and in 1891 became Rector of the Church of the Redeemer, New Yor… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: The last dread trump is sounding!
Title: The Last Dread Trump Is Sounding
Author: Hermon Griswold Batterson
Meter: 76.76.87
Source: Christmas Carols and Other Verses (Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott, 1877)
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain


The Cyber Hymnal #9225
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