Hark! Listen to the Trumpeters

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Version from Southern Harmony, 1835, no. 301 (using the tune The Trumpeters)

Version from Deseret Sunday School Songs, 1909, no. 58

Version from Latter-day Saint Hymns, 1927

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Lyrics from Latter-day Saint Hymns, 1927, no. 75

1. Hark! listen to the trumpeters!
They sound for volunteers,
On Zion’s bright and flow’ry mount
Behold the officers.
Their horses white, their armor bright,
With courage bold they stand,
Enlisting soldiers for their King,
To march to Zion’s land.

2. It sets my heart all in a flame
A soldier brave to be;
I will enlist, gird on my arms
And fight for liberty.
We want no cowards in our bands,
Who will our colors fly,
We call for valianthearted men,
Who’re not afraid to die.

3. To see our armies on parade,
How martial they appear!
All armed and dressed in uniform,
They look like men of war.
They follow their great General,
The great Eternal Lamb;
His garments stained in His own blood,
King Jesus is His name.

4. The trumpets sound, the armies shout
They drive the hosts of hell,
How dreadful is our God, our King,
The great Emanuel.
Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ,
Th’eternal Son of God,
And march with us to Zion’s land,
Beyond the swelling flood.

5. There on a green and flow’ry mount,
Where fruits immortal grow,
With angels all arrayed in white,
We’ll our Redeemer know.
We’ll shout and sing for evermore,
In that eternal world;
While Satan and his army too
Shall down to hell be hurled.

6. Lift up your heads, ye soldiers bold,
Redemption now draws nigh;
We soon shall hear the trumpet sound,
That shakes the earth and sky.
In fiery chariots we shall rise,
And leave the world on fire,
And all surround the throne of love,
And join the heav’nly choir.

Lyrics from Deseret Sunday School Songs, 1909, no. 58

1. Hark! listen to the trumpeters!
They sound for volunteers,
On Zion's bright and flow'ry mount
Behold the officers.
Their horses white, their armor bright,
With courage bold they stand,
Enlisting soldiers for their King,
To march to Zion's land.

2. It sets my heart all in a flame
A soldier brave to be;
I will enlist, gird on my arms
And fight for liberty.
We want no cowards in our bands,
Who will our colors fly,
We call for valiant-hearted men,
Who're not afraid to die.

3. To see our armies on parade,
How martial they appear!
All armed and dressed in uniform,
They look like men of war.
They follow their great General,
The great Eternal Lamb;
His garments stained in His own blood,
King Jesus is His name.

4. The trumpets sound, the armies shout,
They drive the hosts of hell,
How dreadful is our God, our King,
The great Emanuel!
Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ,
Th'eternal Son of God,
And march with us to Zion's land,
Beyond the swelling flood.

5. There on a green and flow'ry mount
Where fruits immortal grow,
With angels all arrayed in white,
We'll our Redeemer know.
We'll shout and sing for evermore,
In that eternal world,
While Satan and his army too
Shall down to hell be hurled.

6. Lift up your heads, ye soldiers bold;
Redemption now draws nigh;
We soon shall hear the trumpet sound
That shakes the earth and sky.
In fiery chariots we shall rise,
And leave the world on fire,
And all surround the throne of love,
And join the heav'nly choir.

Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840

Hymn 245
C.M.
1. Hark! listen to the trumpeters,
They call for volunteers;
On Zion's bright and flow'ry mount
Behold the officers.

2. Their horses white, their armours bright,
With courage bold they stand,
Enlisting soldiers for their King,
To march to Zion's land.

3. It sets my heart all in a flame
A soldier for to be;
I will enlist, gird on my arms,
And fight for liberty.

4. We want no cowards in our bands
That will our colours fly;
We call for valiant-hearted men,
Who're not afraid to die.

5. To see our armies on parade,
How martial they appear;
All armed and drest in uniform,
They look like men of war.

6. They follow their great General,
The great eternal Lamb,
His garments stained in his own blood,
King Jesus is his name.

7. The trumpets sound, the armies shout,
They drive the hosts of hell:
How dreadful is our God t'adore!
The great Emmanuel!

8. Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ,
The eternal Son of God;
And march with us to Zion's land,
Beyond the swelling flood.

9. There, on a green and flow'ry mount,
Where fruits immortal grow,
With angels all arrayed in white,
And our Redeemer know.

10. We'll shout and sing for evermore
In that eternal world;
While Satan and his army too
Shall down to hell be hurled.

11. Lift up your heads, ye soldiers bold,
Redemption's drawing nigh;
We soon shall hear the trumpet sound
That shakes the earth and sky.

12. In fiery chariots we shall rise,
And leave the world on fire,
And all surround the throne of love,
And join the heav'nly choir.

Lyrics from the MP3 at the Digital Library of Appalachia

(Punctuation guessed)

Hark! listen to the trumpeters,
They call for volunteers;
On Zion's bright and flow'ry mount
Behold the officers.
Their horses white, their garments bright,
With courage bold they stand,
Enlisting soldiers for their King,
To march for Canaan's land.
It sets my heart all in a flame
A soldier for to be;
I will enlist, gird on my arms,
And fight for liberty.
We want no cowards in our bands
That will their colours fly;
We call for valiant-hearted men,
Who're not afraid to die.

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