When the trumpet sounds,

And the saints go up from the ground.

They will meet the Lord in the air

They will be with Him up there.

He will make all things right

There will be no more night.

The angels will gather every child of God

From this world's gritty sod.

Not one believer will be left behind

In that moment when it's time.

The wicked will curse God's name

When He sets the world on flames.

Too late to come that day

Too late to stop and pray.

Evil will be shut away

In big chains on that day.

The saints will shout and sing

Glory to Jesus name.

Time will be at an end