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!