Text: | O brothers, lift your voices |
Author: | E. H. Bickersteth |
Tune: | TOURS |
Composer: | B. Tours |
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.
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.
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.
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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O brothers, lift your voices |
Author: | E. H. Bickersteth |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1920 |
Topic: | General: Brotherhood, Service and Parochial Missions |