Resurrection and judgment.

WAK'D by the trumpet's sound, I from the grave must rise, And see the Judge with glory crowned, And see the flaming skies.

How shall I leave my tomb? With triumph or regret? A fearful or a joyful doom, A curse or blessing meet?

I must from God be driven, Or with my Savior dwell; Must come, at his command, to heaven, Or else depart — to hell.

Show me the way to shun Thy dreadful wrath severe, That, when thou comest on thy throne, I may with joy appear.