On some glad and glorious morning We shall hear the solemn warning, Hear a trumpet ringing loudly in the skies; Angel bands with torches flaming, Will the judgment be proclaiming, On that last great day When all the dead shall rise. Refrain On that judgment day, On that last great day, When the trumpet sounds, And all the dead shall rise; Will you hear the dreadful sentence, Oh, depart, I know you not, Or Dwell forevermore in paradise? Oh, what weeping and what wailing, Of the wicked ones now failing At the judgment bar to enter paradise; Oh, what shouting and rejoicing, Of redeemed ones, praises voicing, In that last great day When all the dead shall rise. Refrain Be ye ready for that morning, When ye hear that clarion warning, When the Son of Man appeareth in the skies; Lest in darkness everlasting, You the Lord shall then be casting, On that last great day When all the dead shall rise. Refrain