The Lord shall get the glory

The Lord shall get the glory

If we will sing His praise

And angel hosts will listen

When we our voices raise;

The world around will hear us

Give glory unto God

And Satan’s hosts will tremble

And flee our conqu’ring rod.

Our mouth shut up defeats us

And wins the Devil’s smile;

So why not open battle

And chase him all the while.

By “sacrifice of praises”

And shouts of victory—

’Twill cost us but our faces

God’s chosen fools to be!

The world has never helped us

To shout our Savior’s praise

Nor given Him the glory

Nor lent one thankful phrase;

So need we ask permission

To praise th’ ascended Lord?

Cry out! Release your spirit!

Much grace He does afford!

O brothers

be not silent!

O sisters

cry aloud!

The sound shall tell God’s triumph

And blessings far abroad.

Now is the time to praise Him

Yes now

at any cost!

O joy in your salvation

And in His mercy boast.