His heel Since God is marching on Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall
Relic illadelphia, right words of power Him who was holy, who holds the key That opens, no one can seal it Sick ven-a-nicious, sound of seven trumpets
off to war You swing your rattle down (Hand puppets storm the beach Fire trucks trapped out of reach Hand puppets storm the beach) Call to arms, the trumpets sound
lift me high And joy over whelms my heart [Chorus:] Here in your holy place Your presence surrounds me I feel your embrace Angels all around, and trumpet sound
gauntlet to thee Oh, I am I, Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha Destroyer of evil am I I will march to the sound of the trumpets of glory Forever to
We are the chosen of an eternal kingdom Revelling in our heresy We are the conquerors, spurned by the northwinds Our trumpets wailing sounds of doom Our
and silenced faces Turn towards the sky To behold in fear and wonder how the firmanent turns dark By the sound of a lonely trumpet calling And countless
very fast Trumpets will sound Jesus is coming soon Morning or night or noon Many will meet their doom Trumpets will sound All of the dead shall rise
men I await dem day of Atonement come When dem shall see da Armageddon Is no joke fe me I await dem sittin' pun de riddim and prophesy All me wan fe do is testify, Watchin' every knee shall
, The Solid Rock All other ground is sinking sand My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness When He shall come with trumpet sound
purses Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win Oh, the trumpet it did sound, and they
Soon as from earth I go What will become of me? Eternal happiness or woe, Must then my portion be! Waked by the trumpet sound, I from my grave shall
hear our prayers The ancient gods are waiting for the call From the seven trumpets of Altamont The seas will churn the dead shall rise again The serpent shall
middle of it all heaven or hell nigga pick your roll keep it real nigga save your soul and tha world so cold nigga neva will know when the trumpets sound
of it all heaven or hell nigga pick your roll keep it real nigga save your soul and tha world so cold nigga neva will know when the trumpets sound when
When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder (traditional) When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more And the morning breaks eternal,
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 of earth shall gather
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 word shall gather over