Sound ye the trumpet-call

Sound ye the trumpet-call;
  Heralds proclaim
Jesus as Lord of all,
  Sound forth His fame;
Tell of His great renown,
Lift high the kingly crown,
Let every knee bow down
  At His blest name.
Who will go forth for Him?
  Who will arise?
Though eyes with tears are dim,
  Severed love's ties:
Counting all things but loss,
Earth's highest gain but dross,
And glorying in the cross,
  Who will arise?
Go, for the crowning day
  Draws ever near;
Time will soon pass away,
  Jesus be here:
Raise ye the cross where now
Nations to idols bow;
Dawn o'er the mountain's brow
  Tells He is near.
Hark to the trumpet-blast!
  Jesus is King!
He comes to reign at last,
  All conquering:
Then the wide world shall own,
Bending before His throne,
Jesus is King alone,
  Jesus is King!
Glory Jung

Cypress, CA, United States

"God's eyes are turned to the kingdom and concentrated on the kingdom" -WN

Salvador Z. Tarun, Jr.

Alfred, NY, United States

Jesus is King alone, Jesus is King!

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