Let the Gospel Trumpet Sound

Let the Gos­pel trum­pet sound

And the joy­ful tid­ings roll

Shedding life and peace around

’Till they reach from pole to pole.

From the snow clad mount­ain peak

O’er the smil­ing vales be­low

Let the heal­ing stream of mer­cy

Like a gen­tle riv­er flow;

For the time is draw­ing near

And a glo­ri­ous time ’twill be

When the truth shall ov­er­spread the earth

As wa­ters fill the sea;

And Mes­si­ah’s ho­ly name

Be in ev­ery clime adored

And the king­doms of the world be­come

The king­doms of the Lord.

Let the Gos­pel trum­pet sound

And the joy­ful tid­ings roll

Like the migh­ty waves of ocean wide

That reach from pole to pole.

Go ye forth to ev­ery land

Preach the Gos­pel in My name

Was the Sav­ior’s great com­mand;

Joy to ev­ery soul pro­claim

To the wea­ry tell of rest;

Open wide the pri­son door

Fear ye not

for I am with you

Till the world shall be no more.

Lo

the miss­ion fields are white

With your ban­ners wide un­furled

Go

ye her­alds of sal­va­tion

Preach re­pent­ance to the world.

With the Bi­ble in your hand

And your Fa­ther’s smile to cheer

You shall reap a gold­en har­vest

And the hap­py time is near.

From their id­ols turned away

By the light of par­don­ing love

Shall the na­tions learn to pray

To the God who reigns above;

From the is­lands of the deep

Over In­dia’s sul­try plain

Shall a chor­al hymn be waft­ed

To our na­tive land again.

For the time is draw­ing near

And a glo­ri­ous time ’twill be

When the truth shall ov­er­spread the earth

As wa­ters fill the sea;

And Mes­si­ah’s ho­ly name

Be in ev­ery clime adored

And the king­doms of the world be­come

The king­doms of the Lord.