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At the last trump.
1 Cor. 15:52.
The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire,
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire;
Lo! self-moving, it drives on its pathway of cloud;
And the heavens with the burden of Godhead are bowed.
2 The glory! the glory! around him are poured
Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord;
And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are there,
And there, all who the palm-wreaths of victory wear!
3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard;
Lo! the depths of the stone-covered charnel are stirred!
From the sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north,
All the vast generations of men are come forth.
4 The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set,
Where the lamb and the bright-crownéd elders are met!
There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on his word.
I. Williams.