Trouble the trumpets one more time

    as God's host angels fall in line;

The Cherubim do lead the way

     as God Himself comes down to say:

"Oh my people lined so close

    Let Me raise My cup in toast;

You showed your love in measure filled

     did honor Me and My strong will.

"So come ye one and come ye all

     to Paradise with golden walls;

You proved yourselves to Triune Host

     The Father Son and Holy Ghost.

"Blast those trumpets once again

     you relished Me o'er thoughts of men;

You showed great courage as you fell

     relied on Me - then heard a bell... 

"Arrayed in colors - precious - fine:

     scarlet - blue and purple lined;

In golden sash and slippers too

     Now stand in My majestic hue.

"So let the host of heaven sing

     for My real children and their King;

And life will never have an end

     to My dear Son, all knees do bend."     

byron lebeau