Blow, Golden Trumpets

Blow

gold­en trum­pets

sweet and clear

Blow soft up­on the per­fumed air;

Bid the sad earth to join your song

To Christ does vic­to­ry be­long.

O let the winds your mes­sage bear

To ev­ery heart of grief and care;

Sound thro’ the world the joy­ful lay

Our Christ has con­quered death to­day.

On cloudy wings let glad words fly

Thro’ the soft blue of ec­ho­ing sky;

Ring out

O trum­pets

sweet and clear

Thro’ death

im­mor­tal life is here.