The Sounding of the Trumpet

Praise God, the day is dawning,

And our hearts with rapture sing;

For at last we'll share the glory,

And dominion of our King.

In death the world is groaning,

And the night has been so long;

Waiting for the sons appearing,

And their glory to be shown.

Even those that's born of Spirit,

Share the pressure and the pain;

Waiting for the final harvest,

And the reaping of the grain.

We can hear the trumpet sounding,

And it's time for that great feast;

When the souls that died in Adam,

Will be given their release.

In the word it's clearly written,

Waiting there for all to see;

The promise of our full redemption,

At the coming Jubilee.

Mildred Eslick Garner