The Gospel Trumpet Sounds

The Gos­pel trum­pet sounds

Let those that hear ob­ey;

A king pre­pares a roy­al feast

For hun­gry souls to­day.

A king who sits en­throned

Where saints ad­or­ing stand

And mul­ti­tudes of an­gels wait

On His di­vine com­mand.

The Gos­pel trum­pet sounds

In thrill­ing tones sub­lime;

The mes­sage of re­deem­ing love

To earth’s re­mot­est clime.

From yon­der rift­ed Rock

Salvation’s riv­er flows;

O come

and take the heav’n­ly gift

Our glo­ri­ous king be­stows.

He sends His her­alds forth

And bids them in His name

The rich pro­vi­sion of His grace

To each and all pro­claim.

Again the trum­pet sounds;

’Tis call­ing

call­ing still;

The feast is spread

and yet there’s room

Come

who­so­ev­er will.