My Lord, what a mourning, my Lord, what a mourning

My Lord, what a mourning, when the stars begin to fall.

You’ll hear the trumpet sound to wake the nations underground,

Looking to my God’s right hand, when the stars begin to fall.

You’ll hear the sinner mourn,

To wake the nations underground,

Looking to my God’s right hand,

When the stars begin to fall.

You’ll hear the Christian shout,

To wake the nations under ground,

Looking to my God’s right hand,

When the stars begin to fall.