Soon shall the trump of God
Give out the welcome sound,

    Soon shall the trump of God
      Give out the welcome sound
That shakes death's silent chamber walls,
      And breaks the turf-sealed ground.

      You dwellers in the dust,
      Awake, come forth, and sing;
Sharp has your frost of winter been,
     But bright shall be your spring.

      'Twas sown in weakness here;
     'Twill then be raised in power;
That which was sown an earthly seed
     Shall rise a heavenly flower.

~ Horatius Bonar