Hark ’Tis the Trumpet’s Sound!

Hark ’tis the trum­pet’s sound!

It clos­es earth­ly things;

It ech­oes all around

And great the news it brings;

It says that Je­sus is at hand

And bids the world be­fore Him stand.

The sound is heard afar

It goes through sea and land;

And now be­fore His bar

Th’as­sem­bled na­tions stand;

His friends are min­gled with His foes

But who are His the Sav­ior knows.

And now He calls His own

To dwell with Him ab­ove;

To sit up­on His throne

And share His end­less love;

With joy they meet Him in the clouds

And mix with Heav’n’s ex­ult­ing crowds.

O may my por­tion be

With those whom Je­sus owns!

This is enough for me

’Tis more than earth­ly thrones.

Let oth­ers take what earth can give:

With Je­sus on­ly let me live.