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The Awakening

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 9, 1910

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 87, No. 23.

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The Awakening

By L. D. Santee

L. D. SANTEE
“For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the Archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first.” 1 Thess. 4:16.
A SOUND from Jehovah’s trumpet Wakes the dead who are lying low, And swift to unnumbered mounds of earth Will the guardian angels go. At the Master’s call the saints shall rise; They have slept through seasons long; But now they’re caught to the radiant skies To join the eternal song.
Room for the white-robed column, Where the pavements are of gold! Room for the tried and faithful ones In the tender Shepherd’s fold! Room for the weary pilgrim band, In the heavenly courts above,— For the hands that did the Master’s will, And the hearts that beat with love
Room for the resurrected ones, From the woes of earth set free! In the city bright, where is no night, Will they keep their jubilee. A sound from Jehovah’s trumpet Has broken their slumber deep; Their joy is long with the white-robed throng, From the peace of a dreamless sleep.
At a sound from Jehovah’s trumpet Will the sea give up its dead, And up through the wondrous pearly gates, Will the soldiers of Jesus tread, They awake to their home eternal, Where no foot of sin has trod, By a sound from Jehovah’s trumpet, And the voice of the Son of God.
Moline, Ill.