The question I have is: what really is going to happen'
When the great book is opened and each one stands facing his record, what then' What then'

When the great factories of our cities have turned out their last finished work,
When the merchants have sold their last yard of goods and fired the last tired clerk, When our banks have raked in their last dollar and paid the last dividends,
When the judge of the Earth says, "Closed for the night," and asks for the balance, what then'
What then'
Yeah.

When the choir has sung it's last anthem and the preacher has made his last prayer,
When the people have heard their last sermon and the sound of it has died out on the air,
When the Bible lies closed on the altar and the pews are all empty of men,
When the trumpet of the ages is sounded and the great book is opened, what then'
Can you tell me what then'
What then'
What then'

And when life seems so absurd, there's still a word that can be heard,
Just be still and know,
And then...

When the actors have played their last drama and the mimic has made his last fun,
When the film has flashed its last picture and the billboard displayed its last run,
When the crowds seeking pleasure have all vanished, and gone out in the darkness again,
When the trumpet of the ages is sounded and the great book is opened, what then'

What then'
What then'
What then'
Can you tell me what then'
I'm asking what then'
What's gonna happen'
What's gonna happen then'
What then'
What then'
When the great book is opened, what then'
And we stand before him, what then'
And we're asked for a reason, what then'
And the trumpet of the ages is sounding, sounding, sounding, yeah,
What then'
What then' What then' What then' What then'
Yeah.