WHEN THE HEAVENLY TRUMPETS SOUND
The skies will part and trumpets sound,
As angels soar to earth’s four bounds,
Their wings aglow, their trumpets loud,
As they lead God’s chosen to be found.
From every nation, tribe, and tongue,
His people are gathered, old and young,
They join in song, their praise resound,
As Heaven’s gates open wide abound.
From east to west, from north to south,
His angels gather his people devout,
No distance far, no ocean too wide,
For they are all one in Christ’s bride.
So let us live with hope and light,
In readiness for that great sight,
For when that trumpet fills the air,
We’ll join the angels and our Lord to share.