Oh, Shout of glory for I shall mount above the sky
When I hear the trumpet sound in that morning
Through grace I feel determined to conquer though I die
And then away to Jesus on wings of love I'll fly
Farewell to sin and sorrow I bid them both adieu
And O my friends prove faithful and on your way pursue
Oh, Shout of glory for I shall mount above the sky
When I hear the trumpet sound in that morning
Oh do not be discouraged for Jesus is your friend
And if you lack for knowledge he'll not refuse to land
Neither will He upbraid you, though often you request
He'll give you grace to conquer and take you home to rest