1. Hark, listen to the trumpeters!
They sound for volunteers.
On Zion’s bright and flowery mount
Behold the officers.
Their horses white, their armor bright,
With courage bold they stand,
Enlisting soldiers for their King
To march to Zion’s land.
2. It sets my heart all in a flame
A soldier brave to be;
I will enlist, gird on my arms,
And fight for liberty.
We want no cowards in our bands
Who will our colors fly.
We call for valiant-hearted men
Who’re not afraid to die.
3. To see our armies on parade,
How martial they appear!
All armed and dressed in uniform
They look like men of war.
They follow their great General,
The great Eternal Lamb;
His garments stained in his own blood,
King Jesus is his name.
4. The trumpets sound, the armies shout,
They drive the host of hell,
How dreadful is our God, our King,
The great Emmanuel!
Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ,
Th’ eternal Son of God,
And march with us to Zion’s land,
Beyond the swelling flood.