1 Let the Gospel trumpet sound,
And the joyful tidings roll,
Shedding life and peace around,
’Till they reach from pole to pole.
From the snow clad mountain peak,
O’er the smiling vales below,
Let the healing stream of mercy
Like a gentle river flow;
For the time is drawing near,
And a glorious time ’twill be,
When the truth shall overspread the earth,
As waters fill the sea;
And Messiah’s holy name
Be in every clime adored,
And the kingdoms of the world become
The kingdoms of the Lord.

Refrain:
Let the Gospel trumpet sound,
And the joyful tidings roll,
Like the mighty waves of ocean wide,
That reach from pole to pole.

2 Go ye forth to every land,
Preach the Gospel in My name,
Was the Savior’s great command;
Joy to every soul proclaim,
To the weary tell of rest;
Open wide the prison door,
Fear ye not, for I am with you,
Till the world shall be no more.
Lo, the mission fields are white
With your banners wide unfurled,
Go, ye heralds of salvation,
Preach repentance to the world.
With the Bible in your hand,
And your Father’s smile to cheer,
You shall reap a golden harvest,
And the happy time is near. [Refrain]

3 From their idols turned away,
By the light of pardoning love,
Shall the nations learn to pray
To the God who reigns above;
From the islands of the deep,
Over India’s sultry plain,
Shall a choral hymn be wafted
To our native land again.
For the time is drawing near,
And a glorious time ’twill be,
When the truth shall overspread the earth
As waters fill the sea;
And Messiah’s holy name
Be in every clime adored,
And the kingdoms of the world become
The kingdoms of the Lord. [Refrain]