Let us now our voices raise

Verse 1

Let us now our voices raise, Wake the day with gladness; God Himself to joy and praise Turns our human sadness; Joy that martyrs won their crown, Opened heaven's bright portal, When they laid the mortal down For the life immortal.

Verse 2

Never flinched they from the flame, From the torment never; Vain the tyrant’s sharpest aim, Vain each fierce 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

Up and follow, Christian men! Press through toil and sorrow; Spurn the night of fear, and then, O the glorious morrow! Who will venture on the strife; Who will first begin it? Who will grasp the Land of Life? Warriors, up and win it!