1 Over the hills the trumpet is sounding,
Sounding the beautiful song,
Jesus is coming, soon He is coming,
Tho’ He has tarried so long.
While we are hoping, watching and waiting,
He is preparing a place;
Yes, He is coming, soon to receive us,
In His dear loving embrace.

2 Wonders and signs all tell the glad story,
Jesus is coming again;
Coming to reign in honor and glory,
Waiting will not be in vain.
Over the hills the trumpet is sounding,
Valleys re-echo the strain;
Watchmen in Zion, tell the glad story,
Jesus is coming again.

3 Tho’ He is pleading still with the Father,
Soon He is coming again;
Soon will His pleading cease and forever,
For He is coming to reign;
"Jesus, come quickly," still we are crying,
While the time seemeth so long;
Trusting the promise, still we are waiting,
Singing the beautiful song.