OhIIIDream that the great judgment morningAt dawn and the trumpet had blown I dream that our nation had gatheredTo judgment before that white throneFrom a throne came a bright shining angelAnd stood on the land and the seaAnd he cried with his hands reached towards heavenThat time was no longer to beHelloWhat a weeping and wailingAs the lost ones were told of their fateThey cried to the rock and the mountainThey prayedBut the prayer was too lateOhOhOh
