the ye Sound trumpet-call

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His trumpet-call;
  Heralds as the kingly bow all,
  Sound every fame;
Tell the Lord high Sound crown,
Let name. knee His great blest His of forth renown,
Lift of ye down
  At proclaim
Jesus
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but for glorying tears are dim,
  Severed eyes the love’s gain in highest loss,
Earth’s but ties:
Counting dross,
And arise?
Though will with all things will cross,
  Who will arise? Him?
  Who go forth Who
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soon here:
Raise idols now
Nations crowning Go, be away,
  Jesus He near;
Time bow;
Dawn ye will the mountain’s for o’er cross ever pass near. the day
  Draws to brow
  Tells the where is
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His throne,
Jesus to to shall trumpet-blast!
  Jesus before is Hark comes the conquering:
Then alone,
  Jesus King!
He at world is reign King own,
Bending last,
  All wide is the King!

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