Trumpets of Heaven
They sound every morningThey sound every night
Like thunder in the wind they are
They sound in triumph
They sound in joy
They sound in sorrow
They sound everyday
They ring in the morning
They send out the night
The trumpets of Heaven they are, they are
The trumpets of Heaven thats what they be
They sound like choirs when they play
They make wondrous music when we bring
Our gifts of praise and love to our Lord and King
They sounded the day that Jesus died
To announce the victory he did win
To ringin the eve of war
Against the world of sin
The trumpets of Heaven will always be there
To sound the morning
To sound the night
To sound the battle cry
Against Satan and his minions in the end
The trumpets of Heaven will be there you see
To sound the victory and set men free
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