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Text Based On Isaiah Chapter 18
All ye inhabitants of the world,
and dwellers on the earth, see ye,
when he lifteth up an ensign on the
mountains; and when he bloweth a trumpet,
hear ye.
With Trumpets’ Joyful Sound
Jesus our God ascends on high,
His heavenly guards around
Attend Him rising through the sky,
With trumpets’ of great joyful sound.
O for a shout of sacred joy
To God the sov’reign King!
Let ev’ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth His honours sing;
O’er all the universe He reigns.
Rehearse His praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song,
Nor mock Him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
In Israel stood His ancient throne,
He loves His chosen race;
And now He calls the world His own,
And Gentiles taste His grace.
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