Ye Saints, Your Music Bring

Verse 1

Ye saints, your music bring, Attuned to sweetest sound, Strike every trembling string, Till earth and heaven resound; The triumphs of the cross we sing; Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.

Verse 2

The cross, the cross alone, Subdued the powers of hell; Like lightning from his throne The prince of darkness fell; The triumphs of the cross we sing; Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.

Verse 3

The cross hath power to save From all the foes that rise; The cross hath made the grave A passage to the skies; The triumphs of the cross we sing; Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.