God's Trumpet Wakes The Slumbering

God’s trumpet wakes the slumbering world; Now each man to his post! The red cross banner is unfurled; |:Who joins the glorious host?:|

He who, in fealty to the truth, Not counting all the cost, Doth consecrate his generous youth, |:He joins the noble host.:|

He who, no anger on his tongue, Nor any idle boast, Bears steadfast witness ’gainst the wrong, |:He joins the sacred host.:|

He who, with calm, undaunted will, Ne’er counts the battle lost, But, though defeated, battles still, |:He joins the faithful host.:|

He who is ready for the cross, The cause despised loves most, And shuns not pain, nor shame, nor loss, |:He joins the martyr host.:|

God’s trumpet wakes the slumbering world; Now each man to his post! The red cross banner is unfurled; |:We join the glorious host.:|