Multitude of Flowers with When the trump of the great archangel and How pleasant, how divinely fair

When the trump of the great archangel
Its mighty tones shall sound,
And, the end of the world proclaiming,
Shall pierce the depths profound,
When the Son of man shall come in his glory
With all the saints on high,
What a shouting in the skies from the multitudes that rise,
Chang’d in the twinkling of an eye.

When he comes in the clouds descending,
And they who lov’d him here,
From their graves shall awake and praise him
With joy and not with fear,
When the body and the soul are united,
And cloth’d no more to die,
What a shouting there will be when each other’s face we see,
Chang’d in the twinkling of an eye.

O the seed that was sown in weakness
Shall then be rais’d in pow’r,
And the songs of the bloodbought millions
Shall hail that blissful hour.
When we gather safely home in the morning,
And night’s dark shadows fly,
What a shouting on the shore when we meet to part no more,
Chang’d in the twinkling of an eye.

Chorus
Chang’d in the twinkling of an eye,
Chang’d in the twinkling of an eye,
The trumpet shall sound, the dead shall be rais’d,
Chang’d in the twinkling of an eye.
                                                Fanny J. Crosby

How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of Hosts! Thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints,
To meet th’ assemblies of Thy saints.

My flesh would rest in Thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
My God! my King! why should I be
So far from all my joys, and Thee?

Blest are the saints who sit on high,
Around Thy throne above the sky;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.

Blest are the souls, who find a place
Within the temple of Thy grace;
There they behold Thy gentler rays,
And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise.

Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before Thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

Rev. Isaac Watts