When the trump of the great archangel
                                        
                                        Its mighty tones shall sound,
                                        
                                        And, the end of the age proclaiming,
                                        
                                        Shall pierce the depths profound;
                                        
                                        When the Son of Man shall come in His glory
                                        
                                        To take the saints on high,
                                        
                                        What a shouting in the skies from the multitudes that rise,
                                        
                                        Changed in the twinkling of an eye.