When Gabriel’s awful trump shall sound,
and rend the rocks, convulse the ground,
and give to time her utmost bound,
Ye dead arise to judgment;
See lightnings flash and thunders roll,
See earth wrapt up like parchment scroll,
Comets blaze, Sinners raise, Dread amaze, Horrors seize
The guilty sons of Adam’s race
Unsaved from sin by Jesus.

Recordings 1, 2, 3, 4, 5