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301. Hark! listen to the trumpeters

1.
Hark! listen to the trumpeters!
They sound for volunteers!
On Zion's bright and flowery mount
Behold the officers—
Their horses white, their garments bright
With crown and bow they stand,
Enlisting soldiers for their King,
To march for Canaan's land.

2.
It sets my heart all in a flame;
A soldier I will be;
I will enlist, gird on my arms,
And fight for liberty.
They want no cowards in their band,
(They will their colors fly,)
But call for valiant hearted men,
Who're not afraid to die.

3.
The armies now are in parade,
How martial they appear!
All armed and dressed in uniform,
They look like men of war.
They follow their great General,
The great Eternal Lamb
His garments stained with his own blood,
King Jesus is his name.

4.
The trumpet sounds, the armies shout,
And drive the hosts of hell;
How dreadful is our God in arms!
The great Immanuel!—
Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ
The eternal Son of God,
And march with us to Canaan's land,
Beyond the swelling flood.

5.
there is a green and flowery field,
Where fruits immortal grow;
There, clothed in white, the angels bright
Our great Redeemer know.
We'll shout and sing for evermore
In that eternal world;
But Satan and his armies too,
Shall down to hell be hurled.

6.
Hold up your heads, ye soldiers bold,
Redemption's drawing nigh
We soon shall hear the trumpet sound
'Twill shake both earth and sky;
In fiery chariots then we'll fly,
And leave the world on fire
And meet around the starry throne
To tune the immortal lyre.

Text Information
First Line: Hark! listen to the trumpeters
Title: Hark! listen to the trumpeters
Publication Date: 1854
Meter: C.M.
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: THE TRUMPETERS
Parts by: Rev. Mr. McCloud
Parts by: William Walker
Meter: C.M.



Media
MIDI file: TheTrumpeters.midi




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