When Thou shalt come with trumpet sound, With countless angels hovering round, O Savior! grant me, in the air, With all Thy saints, to meet Thee there! Weep, O my soul! ere that great day When God shall shine in stern array; O weep Thy sin, that thou may’st be In that severest judgment free! O Christ, forgive, remit, protect, And set Thy servant with th’elect, That I may hear the voice that calls The righteous to Thy heav’nly halls!