Praise Him with the sound of the trumpet Praise Him with the timbrel and harp Let every creature in Heaven and earth Lift a sound of praise, sing with
When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound And time shall be no more And the morning breaks eternal bright and fair When the saved diverse shall gather
would Let?s be ready when the trumpet sounds He?s comin? back like He promised He would Let?s be ready when the trumpet When the trumpet, when the trumpet sounds
you are? Did you figure out the time? What do you hope to do While you hide out and whine, whine, whine? Don't go shuttin' down 'Til the trumpet sounds
moment Your love rolled the stone away? Our hearts were opened, our lives were changed We remember How we could forget The promise of hope and that trumpet sound
To reject this world, to embrace the Cross And one by one let us live our lives For the One who died to give us life Till the trumpet sounds on the
sin Sent by the Father Jesus go and call my children A trumpet sounds and the Angels sing Sent by the Father Jesus go and call my children A trumpet sounds
the Restaurant at the End of the Universe In the year 3010 I was listenin' to the Good Old Interstellar Boys Playin' "Let It Be" again But when I heard the trumpet sounding
Anata no koto kangaeru to Ironna melody ga Atama no naka urusai hodo Stop the sound of music Music Is organised (*) By sound This Is the sound Of music
At the trumpets of Jericho, still the walls remain Blow the trumpets of Jericho, still the walls remain At the end of the rainbow, there the grail remains Sound the trumpets
Lord about us on our every side The fruits of this land, a promise we have come to claim We sing as one, the trumpets sound your walls of dust Now meet
Farewell, Angelina, the bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow Farewell
Lord, what a morning! My Lord, what a morning! Oh, my Lord, what a morning when the stars begin to fall. Oh, you will hear the trumpet sound to wake
your weary tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum Struck by the sounds
and stay On Christ the solid rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand All other ground is sinking sand When He shall come with trumpet sound O
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders, through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the
to make the little man happy As the man made sounds the genie painted fluid, Mind-blowing visions on the little man's brain-box Everybody small with no lips to play the trumpet