What Then

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? Hey!

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