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The Last Trump

When the Last Trump sounds loud and long

And the dead saints rise from their slumber

As the planet quivers and convulses with

the mightiest of thunders

The heavens open wide their bowels

revealing a most awesome Wonder;

With every seeing eye transfixed

at the glorious sight

of angels descending

and saints taking flight

Mountains skipping like rocks skipped

across a frosty loch

The Atlantic boiling like a pot

Watched too long, a candle waxed too hot.

The islands lost like Gilligan

without compass or chart,

the nations in distress

at their eternal loss.

"Hide us from the face of Him Who sits upon his throne,

and from the face of His Lamb we did disown!"

They ran to the rocks in shame and disgrace

But the rocks cried out, "There's no hiding place!"

"The great day of His wrath is come, and who shall be able to stand?"

Only those who trusted in the Lamb, and followed his very command.

Before time morphs into eternity,

and your fate eternal set,

the die fo…