Over the hills the trum­pet is sound­ing,
Sounding the beau­ti­ful song,
Jesus is coming, soon He is com­ing,
Tho’ He has tar­ried so long.
While we are hop­ing, watch­ing and wait­ing,
He is pre­par­ing a place;
Yes, He is com­ing, soon to re­ceive us,
In His dear lov­ing em­brace.

Wonders and signs all tell the glad sto­ry,
Jesus is com­ing again;
Coming to reign in hon­or and glo­ry,
Waiting will not be in vain.
Over the hills the trum­pet is sound­ing,
Valleys re-echo the strain;
Watchmen in Zi­on, tell the glad sto­ry,
Jesus is com­ing again.

Tho’ He is plead­ing still with the Fa­ther,
Soon He is com­ing again;
Soon will His plead­ing cease and for­ev­er,
For He is com­ing to reign;
Je­sus, come quick­ly, still we are cry­ing,
While the time seem­eth so long;
Trusting the pro­mise, still we are wait­ing,
Singing the beau­ti­ful song.