With Harp and with Trumpet

With harp

and with trum­pet

and all that is glo­ri­ous

Now sound we His tri­umph

the King who shall reign

The Lord who is ris­en

ex­alt­ed

vic­tor­ious

The Sav­ior whom death hath no power to en­chain.

With harp

and with trum­pet

and all that is glo­ri­ous

Now sound we His tri­umph

the King who shall reign!

Fear not!—’mid the joy-bells of Eas­ter­tide call­ing

He speak­eth anew

giv­ing rest to the heart;

Still

still

like the dew up­on lily flow­ers fall­ing

His com­fort

His strength

doth the Mas­ter im­part.

O bells of the spring­tide

O chim­ings of glo­ry

On East­er Day ring over hill­side and plain;

Tell

tell once again of the won­der­ful sto­ry

The Sav­ior is ris­en

let all swell the strain.