When the Trumpet Sounds

When the trumpet sounds we'll be called away
 To a place so grand, land of perfect day
 With our cares behind, only joy to find
 As we leave the ground when the trumpet sounds
 When the trumpet sounds we'll be called away
 To a place so grand, land of perfect day
 With our cares behind, only joy to find
 As we leave the ground when the trumpet sounds
 We can hear the constant sounds of trouble, wars and pain
 We can hear distressing news that falls on us like rain
 We can hear this old world as it murmurs, creaks and groans
 But we're listening for the sound that calls us home
 When the trumpet sounds we'll be called away
 To a place so grand, land of perfect day
 With our cares behind, only joy to find
 As we leave the ground when the trumpet sounds
 We have turned our watching eyes toward the eastern sky
 We'll be sure to hear it when it comes our time to fly
 We will shed these binding chains of flesh that have us bound
 And we'll fly like eagles when the trumpet sounds
 Oh, when the trumpet sounds we'll be called away
 To a place so grand, land of perfect day
 With our cares behind, only joy to find
 As we leave the ground when the trumpet sounds
 When the trumpet sounds we'll be called away
 To a place so grand, land of perfect day
 With our cares behind, only joy to find
 As we leave the ground when the trumpet sounds
 With our cares behind, only joy to find
 As we leave the ground when the trumpet sounds