Sound ye the trum­pet call; her­alds pro­claim
Jesus as Lord of all, sound forth His fame:
Tell of His great re­nown,
Llift high the king­ly crown,
Let ev­ery knee bow down at His blest name.

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?

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.

Hark to the trum­pet blast! Je­sus is king!
He comes to reign at last, all con­quer­ing;
Then the wide world shall own,
Bnding be­fore His throne,
Jesus is king alone, Je­sus is king!