Sound ye the trumpet-call

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

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