O Brothers, Lift Your Voices
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w: Edward H. Bickersteth, 1848
m: Welsh Hymn, from "Hymnau a Thonau", 1865
meter: 7.6.7.6D
tune: Llangloffan

[Verse 1]
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.

[Verse 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.

[Verse 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.

[Verse 4]
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.