So he passed over, and all the trumpets sounded for him on the other side.

Where the bright seraphim in burning row
Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.

For the builders, every one had his sword girded by his side, and so builded. And he that sounded the trumpet was by me.

Soon, up aloft, / The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.

On the Day of Judgment , life and death are not determined by the world but by God's wisdom and law

Her prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses O!