Hymn 419 Soon Shall the Trump of God

[1]
Soon shall the trump of God
Give out the welcome sound
That shakes death s silent chamber walls
And breaks the turf sealed ground.

[2]
You dwellers in the dust
Awake come forth and sing;
Sharp has your frost of winter been
But bright shall be your spring.

[3]
Twas sown in weakness here;
Twill then be raised in power;
That which was sown in earthly seed
Shall rise a heav nly flower.