The Great Archangel’s Trump Shall Sound

The Great Archangel’s Trump Shall Sound Lyrics

Author: Charles Wesley

The great archangel’s trump shall sound,
While twice ten thousand thunders roar
Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground,
And make the greedy sea restore.

The greedy sea shall yield her dead,
The earth no more her slain conceal;
Sinners shall lift their guilty head,
And shrink to see a yawning hell.

But we, who now our Lord confess,
And faithful to the end endure,
Shall stand in Jesus’ righteousness,
Stand, as the Rock of ages, sure.

We, while the stars from heaven shall fall,
And mountains are on mountains hurled,
Shall stand unmoved amidst them all,
And smile to see a burning world.

The earth, and all the works therein,
Dissolve, by raging flames destroyed,
While we survey the awful scene,
And mount above the fiery void.

By faith we now transcend the skies,
And on that ruined world look down;
By love above all height we rise,
And share the everlasting throne.

The Great Archangel’s Trump Shall Sound Hymn Story

‘The Great Archangel’s Trump Shall Sound’ is a hymn composed by Charles Wesley. He wrote it as a reaction to the incident that happened during his visit to Leeds on 14th March 1744.

During his visit there was a meeting of the members of the Society in an old upper room which was crowded out. Suddenly the rafters supporting the floor broke off close to the main beam, the floor collapsed and over a hundred people precipitated into the room below. No one was killed but some were severely injured.

Charles Wesley recounted that he saw the people under him lying in heaps and crying out. “Fear not! The Lord is with us; our lives will be safer”. And he further gave out the doxology, “Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow“.

It was after this escape that Charles Wesley wrote the words that form today’s hymn.

Charles Wesley - the great archangel's trump shall sound hymn writer
Charles Wesley

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