Trumpet of God, Sound High

Trumpet of God

sound high

Till the hearts of the hea­then shake

And the souls that in slum­ber lie

At the voice of the Lord awake.

Till the fenc­èd ci­ties fall

At the blast of the Gos­pel call

Trumpet of God

sound high!

Hosts of the Lord

go forth:

Go

strong in the pow­er of His rest

Till the south be at one with the north

And peace up­on east and west;

Till the far-off lands shall thrill

With the glad­ness of God’s good­will

Hosts of the Lord

go forth.

Come

as of old

like fire;

O force of the Lord

des­cend

Till with love of the world’s de­sire

Earth burn to its ut­most end;

Till the ran­somed peo­ple sing

To the glo­ry of Christ the King

Come

as of old

like fire.