When the last trumpet???s awful voice This rending earth shall shake; When opening graves shall yield their charge And dust to life awake; Those bodies that corrupted fell Shall incorrupt arise, And mortal forms shall spring to life Immortal in the skies. Behold, what heavenly prophets sung Is now at last fulfilled; And Death yields up his ancient reign, And, vanquished, quits the field. Let Faith exalt her joyful voice, And now in triumph sing: ???O Grave, where is thy victory? And where, O Death, thy sting????