[Music]
Hark, listen to the trumpeters! They sound for volunteers!
On Zion's bright and flow'ry mount Behold the officers;
Their horses white, their garments bright, With crown and bow they
stand,
Enlisting soldiers for their King, To march for Canaan's land.
It sets my heart all in a flame; a soldier I will be;
I will enlist, gird on my arms and fight for liberty.
They want no cowards in their band (They will their colours fly),
But call for valiant hearted men, who're not afraid to die.
The armies now are 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 with his own blood, King Jesus, is his name.
The trumpet sounds, the armies shout, and drive the hosts of hell;
How dreadful is our God in arms! The great Immanuel!
Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ, th' eternal Son of God,
And march with us to Canaan's land, beyond the swelling flood.
There is a green and flow'ry field, where fruits immortal grow;
There, clothed in white, the angels bright, our great Redeemer know.
We'll shout and sing forever more in that eternal world;
But Satan and his armies too, shall down to hell be hurled.
Hold up your heads, ye soldiers bold, redemption's drawing nigh,
We soon shall hear the trumpet sound; 'Twill shake both earth and
sky;
In fiery chariots then we'll fly, and leave the world on fire,
And meet around the starry throne to tune th' immortal lyre.
The tune is attributed to Wm. Bradshaw. Found also HH 159 and SWP 90.
Dett, p. 180, and SOH 301, have the same words but different tunes.
No. 71
BACKSLIDER, REV 208