O Brothers, Lift Your Voices

Verse 1

O brothers, lift your voices, Triumphant songs to raise; Till heaven on high rejoices, And earth is filled with praise. Ten thousand hearts are bounding With holy hopes and free; The Gospel trump is sounding, The trump of Jubilee.

Verse 2

O Christian brothers, glorious Shall be the conflict's close: The cross hath been victorious, And shall be o'er its foes. Faith is our battle-token; Our Leader all controls; Our trophies, fetters broken; Our captives, ransomed souls.

Verse 3

Not unto us; Lord Jesus, To Thee all praise be due! Whose blood-bought mercy frees us, Has freed our brethren too. Not unto us: in glory The angels catch the strain, And cast their crowns before Thee Exultingly again.

Verse 4

Captain of our salvation, Thy presence we adore: Praise, glory, adoration Be Thine for evermore! Still on in conflict pressing, On Thee Thy people call, Thee, King of kings confessing, Thee, crowning Lord of all.