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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. |
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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? |
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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. |
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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! |