O Brothers, Lift Your Voices (EN 2239)

EN 2239

O Brothers, Lift Your Voices

Isa.24.14

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.

Great God 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.