1 Soon shall the trump of God Give out the welcome sound, That shakes death’s silent chamber walls, And breaks the turf sealed ground. 2 You dwellers in the dust, Awake, come forth, and sing; Sharp has your frost of winter been, But bright shall be your spring. 3 ‘Twas sown in weakness here; ‘Twill then be raised in power; That which was sown in earthly seed Shall rise a heav’nly flower.