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 armors 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;

4 We want no cowards in our bands
That will our colors 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

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.