Let Our Choir New Anthems Raise

Verse 1

Let our choir new anthems raise, wake the morn with gladness; God himself to joy and praise turns the martyrs' sadness: bright the day that won their crown, opened heav'n's bright portal, as they laid the mortal down and put on th'immortal.

Verse 2

Never flinched they from the flame, from the torture never; vain the foeman's sharpest aim, Satan's best endeavor: for by faith they saw the land decked in all its glory, where triumphant now they stand with the victor's story.

Verse 3

Faith they had that knew not shame, love that could not languish; and eternal hope o'ercame momentary anguish. Up and follow, Christian men! Press through toil and sorrow; spurn the night of fear and then, O the glorious morrow!