1 The gospel trumpet sounds,
Let those that hear obey;
A King prepares a royal feast
For hungry souls today.
A King who sits enthron’d,
Where saints adoring stand,
And multitudes of angels wait
On His divine command.

2 The gospel trumpet sounds
In thrilling tones sublime;
The message of redeeming love
To earth’s remotest clime.
From yonder rifted Rock,
Salvation’s river flows;
O come, and take the heav’nly gift
Our glorious King bestows.

3 He sends His heralds forth,
And bids them in His name,
The rich provision of His grace
To each and all proclaim.
Again the trumpet sounds;
‘Tis calling, calling still,
The feast is spread, and yet there’s room,
“Come, whosoever will.”