The Trumpet Shall Sound

by Anonymous
Soon shall the trump of Freedom
Resound from shore to shore;
Soon, taught by heav'nly wisdom,
Man shall oppress no more;
But ev'ry yoke be broken,
Each captive soul set free,
And ev'ry heart shall welcome
The day of Jubilee.

Then tyrants' crowns and sceptres,
And victors' wreaths and cars,
And galling chains and fetters,
With all the pomp of wars,
Shall in the dust be trodden,
Till time shall be no more;
And peace and joy from heaven
The Lord on earth shall pour.
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