- (Posted 2018-08-12) CPDL #50859:
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2018-08-12). Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 50 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Notes in four-shape format, as originally published in 1847. Four-part version. All six stanzas of Granade's hymn included. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
Title: The Trumpeters
First Line: Hark! listen to the trumpeters
Arranger: William Walker
Lyricist: John Granade
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred Meter: 86. 86. D (C.M.D.)
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1847 in Southern Harmony, Edition 6, p. 301, for three voices: Treble-Tenor-Bass; Alto part added by Walker in his Christian Harmony, 1867, p. 95
Description: "Melody by the Rev. Mr. McCloud" (Walker 1847).}}
Description: Words by John Granade, 1804, with six stanzas.
Original text and translations
1. Hark! listen to the trumpeters!
They sound for volunteers!
On Zion's bright and flowery mound,
Behold the officers,
Their horses white, their garments bright
With crown and bow they stand bright,
Enlisting soldiers for their King,
To march for Canaan's land.
2. It sets my heart all in a flame ;
A soldier I will be;
I will enlist, gird on my arms,
And fight for liberty.
They want no cowards in their band,
(They will their colors fly,)
But call for valiant hearted men,
Who're not afraid to die.
3. The armies now are in 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 with his own blood –
King Jesus is his name.
4. The trumpet sounds, the armies shout,
And drive the hosts of hell;
How dreadful is our God in arms,
The great Immanuel!
Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ
The eternal Son of God,
And march with us to Canaan's land,
Beyond the swelling flood.
5. There is a green and flowery field,
Where fruits immortal grow;
There, clothed in white, the angels bright,
Our great Redeemer know.
We'll shout and sing for evermore
In that eternal world:
But Satan and his armies too,
Shall down to hell be hurled.
6. Hold up your heads, ye soldiers bold,
Redemption's drawing nigh,
We soon shall hear the trumpet sound,
Twill shake both earth and sky:
In fiery chariots then we'll fly,
And leave the world on fire;
And meet around the starry throne,
To tune the immortal lyre.