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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 severed from his foes,
For who are his the Saviour 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 heaven’s exulting crowds.
Rejoice that in that day,
We shall will those appear,
To whom the lord will say,
“Ye blessed, now come near;
To you eternal life is given,
Draw near, and share the joys of heaven.”
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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