Blow Thy Trumpets Angels
Blow thy trumpets Angels
And welcome Earthers a-wild,
Coming humbled, casting jewels
Beating hearts-awake is the tide.
Blow thy trumpet angels
And welcome the weeping faces
Afraid to behold the Lamb
Whose Garment they'd rend to bits-
Till it bled. Welcome thy brothers,
Sinners from the East,
Usurers in God's home for feast:
Blow, blow! And watch the serpent rejoice.
And his furnace shall burn a-wild,
While Christ shall weep for the lost-
I shall march towards my destiny while
Angels blow their trumpets close.
Copyright © NGT NGT | Year Posted 2010
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