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The Trumpet is sounding, Jericho
must be on the horizon. But
as I draw closer, It’s
not walls falling I see, But
souls in Jesus risin’. God
told His people to blow the trumpet at Jericho. Now
His Angel sounds that mighty horn, And
Saints are brought home for evermore. Hear
that Trumpet sounding? Is
it that Jericho is near? But
my feet are rising, And
it seems I’m leaving here. Yes,
my feet are rising at the sound of the Trumpet blast. Is
Jericho on the horizon, or is it the coming of Jesus at last? Yes,
my feet are rising at the sound of a Trumpet blast. Is
Jericho just beyond the horizon, or can it be That
Jesus is coming at last? The
Trumpet cries out. It
tells me that Jesus Christ is on the horizon. Jericho
is no where to be seen, So
I’m going with the other souls risin’, As
God appears on His Son’s beam. Yes,
my feet are rising at the sound of the Trumpet blast, And
it can’t be Jericho on the horizon, So
it must be Jesus is coming at last. Yes,
it must be Jesus is coming at last.
Selah
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