Vol 01 - Hark To the Trump

Hark To the Trump Hark to the trump! behold it breaks The sleep of ages now And lo! the light of glory shines On many an aching brow.

Changed in a moment - raised to life, The quick, the dead arise, Responsive to the angel’s voice, That calls us to the skies.

Ascending through the crowded air, On eagles’ wings we soar, To dwell in the full joy of love, And sorrow there no more.

Undazzled by the glorious light Of that beloved brow, We see, without a single cloud, We see the Saviour now!

O Lord, the bright and blessed hope That cheered us through the past, Of full eternal rest in Thee, Is all fulfilled at last. The cry of sorrow here is hushed, The voice of prayer is o’er;

’Tis needless now - for, Lord, we crave Thy gracious help no more.

Praise, endless praise, alone becomes This bright and blessed place, Where every eye beholds unveiled The mysteries of Thy grace.

Past conflict here, O Lord, ’tis ours, Through everlasting days, To sing our song of victory now, And only live to praise.

E. D.