Sound the trumpet loud and long,
The temple gates fling wide,
Lo! He comes, the Great, the Strong,
In Zion to abide.
Not as in the former days
A man of sorrows He;
Nations join to give Him praise,
And bow th’adoring knee.
Blow the trumpet’s joyful blast,
Return, ye wanderers, home;
Your oppressor’s power is past,
The Jubilee is come:
David’s Son and Lord shall reign,
His throne secure shall be;
Speed the news o’er land and main,
His people all are free.
Blow the trumpet, shout and sing,
Let all the vales rejoice;
Let the hills and mountains ring,
And utter forth their voice:
Zion’s bulwarks firmly stand,
Her walls in beauty shine;
Strong her great Deliverer’s hand,
His majesty divine.