God, Himself, shall descend with a shout; He shall roar like a lion; like the thunder when it rolls; the ground shall shake and the earth will quake.
Awake, Awake; Arise from the dust of the earth and put on strength, Oh arm of the Lord.
The dead in Christ shall arise from their long sleep, and from the deep; from the four winds and ascend, with God into Heaven's everlasting glory.
This is our hope, this is our stay; when God shall gather all of His children from the face of the whole earth on that last day.
Break forth with hearts filled with hope and joy, into singing; like
the song of birds and the toll of many bells ringing.