The God of glory sends his summons forth,
Calls the south nations and awakes the north;
From east to west his sov’reign orders spread,
Thro’ distant worlds, and regions of the dead.
The trumpet sounds; hell trembles, heav’n rejoices;
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.

Recordings 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8