Classic Poem

Hark, and hear my trumpet sounding, Sounding through your tents abroad.
Hear my trumpet sounding through your tents abroad.
Hear my voice of solemn warning, Hear it echo through the crowd.
Hear my voice of warning, Hear it echo through the crowd.
Hear it echo through the crowd.
Tune your hearts where God is calling, Seek his holy love and fear;
While his solemn truths are rolling, Know ye 'tis his word we hear.