At length with trumpet sound

From Oremus Hymnal

At length with trumpet sound,
in glory unexpressed,
he comes, with angel-hosts surrond,
the King by all confessed.

Athwart the darkened skies,
the gathering clouds are sped,
revealing Christ to wondering eyes
as Judge of quick and dead.

The night of sin is past,
and stemmed is death’s dark tide,
the heavenly Bridegroom comes at last
to claim the Church, his bride.

For that last Advent hour
when earth shall pass away,
Lord Jesus, grant thy servants power
to work, and watch, and pray.