Hark! Listen to the Trumpeters

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  • Poet: A file at LDS.org attributes the lyrics to George Careless, but this could be an oversight (seeing as only one author was mentioned in the last hymnal this song showed up in, and the person who made the file might not have realized that this was only referring to the composer); Deseret Sunday School Songs, 1909 also has no lyricist for this hymn (and the makers of that likely would have known if he wrote the lyrics); Stories of Our Mormon Hymns, by J. Spencer Cornwall lists the lyricist as anonymous. Furthermore, it is doubtful that George Coles wrote it, seeing as it is included in the Digital Library of Appalachia (which likely wouldn't include LDS texts)
  • Poetic meter: These lyrics look like they were originally C.M., but they are commonly paired with C.M.D. music.

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

Copyright: Public Domain 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.