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 min­gled with His foes,
But who are His the Sav­ior 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 Heav’n’s ex­ult­ing crowds.

O may my por­tion be
With those whom Je­sus owns!
This is enough for me,
’Tis more than earth­ly thrones.
Let oth­ers take what earth can give:
With Je­sus on­ly let me live.