The poem portrays the trumpet as a golden, divine instrument whose sound carries both tenderness and authority, echoing through time to awaken the soul and signal spiritual truths. It connects the trumpet’s voice to key biblical moments—Sinai’s revelation and Zion’s celebration—while also depicting it as a herald of peace and holy conflict, unveiling mysteries. The poem culminates in a vision of Christ’s return, where the trumpet’s final note, joined by the archangel’s shout, announces the resurrection of the dead and the fall of the mighty, affirming Christ’s reign as a triumphant anthem rooted in love and sacrifice.

The trumpet gleams, a vessel wrought in gold,
Its voice ascends, both tender and severe,
A clarion cry through ages echoing bold,
To wake the soul and draw the spirit near.
In brass resides a breath of heaven’s might,
From Sinai’s quake to Zion’s jubilee,
It sings of peace, yet heralds holy fight,
A sound to rend the veil of mystery.

O Christ, thy glory crowns the final tone,
When skies shall split beneath thy sovereign call,
The archangel’s shout, the trumpet’s throne,
Shall bid the dead arise, the mighty fall.
In every note, thy reign is understood—
A kingly anthem forged in love and blood.