O Brothers, Lift Your Voices

O bro­thers

lift your voic­es

Triumphant songs to raise;

Till Heav’n 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.

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.

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.

Captain of our sal­va­tion

Thy pre­sence we adore!

Praise

glo­ry

ad­or­ation

Be Thine for­ev­er­more;

Still on in con­flict press­ing

On Thee Thy peo­ple call

Thee King of kings con­fess­ing

Thee crown­ing Lord of all.