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Hark, hark! for the sound of a trumpet

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1 Hark, hark! for the sound of a trumpet
Is borne by the zephyrs today;
It calls for the soldiers of Jesus
To gather in battle array!
Come one, and come all to the conflict,
Equipped in the armor divine;
No soldier who fights for our Captain
His place in the ranks will resign.

The sword of the Spirit
We’ll take unto the field,
That blessed word of God.
With faith for our shield,
And the helmet of salvation,
With prayer and supplication,
We’ll hold the cross high,
We’ll bring the lost nigh,
We’ll praise the God of battles for our victory.

2 Haste, hate from the mountains and valleys,
Where you have been resting a while;
O haste while the trumpet is sounding,
And work for God’s fav’ring smile!
Let none plead his weakness or failures,
With plenteous grace at command:
Take up His whose armor, my brother,
And having done all, ready stand. [Refrain]

3 Hark, hark! for the sound of the trumpet
Calls forth to the conflict the brave;
Speed onward, ye soldiers of Jesus,
That know He is mighty to save.
The battle is His, He will triumph,
And to us His vict’ries assign,
For none who belong to our Captain,
Their places will ever resign. [Refrain]

Source: Fair as the Morning. Hymns and Tunes for Praise in the Sunday-School #178

Author: F. G. Burroughs

F. G. Burroughs was born in 1856 (nee Ophelia G. Browning) was the daughter of William Garretson Browning, a Methodist Episcopal minister, and Susan Rebecca Webb Browning. She married Thomas E. Burroughs in 1884. He died in 1904. She married Arthur Prince Adams, in 1905. He was a minister. Her poem, "Unanswered yet" which was written in 1879, was published in the The Christian Standard in 1880 with the name F. G. Browning. She also wrote under the name of Ophelia G. Adams and Mrs. T. E. Burroughs. Dianne Shapiro from The Literary Digest, July 29, 1899., The Register, Pine Plains, NY, October 24, 1884, Alumni Record of Wesleyan University, Middleton, Conn. 1921 Go to person page >

Author (refrain): H. L. Gilmour

Born: January 19, 1836, Londonderry, Ireland. Died: May 20, 1920, Delair, New Jersey, after a buggy accident. Buried: Wenonah Cemetery, Mantua Township, New Jersey. Gilmour emigrated to America as a teenager. He started working as a painter, then served in the American civil war, where he was captured and spent several months in Libby Prison, Richmond, Virginia. After the war, he became a dentist. In 1869, he moved to Wenonah, New Jersey, and helped found the Wenonah Methodist Church in 1885. For four decades, he directed the choir at the Pitman Grove Camp Meeting, and worked at camp meetings and revivals in Mountain Lake Park, Maryland, and Ridgeview Park, Pennsylvania. His works include: The Silver Trumpet, with Kelso Carter (… Go to person page >

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First Line: Hark, hark! for the sound of a trumpet
Author: F. G. Burroughs
Author (refrain): H. L. Gilmour
Copyright: Public Domain


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Fair as the Morning. Hymns and Tunes for Praise in the Sunday-School #178

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