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Verse 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.

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

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.

Verse 1

Soldiers of the cross, arise,
Gird you with your armor bright;
Mighty are your enemies,
Hard the battle ye must fight.

Verse 2

O’er a faithless fallen world
Raise your banner in the sky;
Let it float there wide unfurled;
Bear it onward; lift it high.

Verse 3

‘Mid the homes of want and woe,
Strangers to the living word,
Let the Saviour’s herald go,
Let the voice of hope be heard.

Verse 4

Where the shadows deepest lie,
Carry truth’s unsullied ray;
Where are crimes of blackest dye,
There the saving sign display.

Verse 5

To the weary and the worn
Tell of realms where sorrows cease;
To the outcast and forlorn
Speak of mercy and of peace.

Verse 6

Guard the helpless; seek the strayed;
Comfort troubles; banish grief;
In the might of God arrayed,
Scatter sin and unbelief.

Verse 7

Be the banner still unfurled,
Still unsheathed the Spirit’s sword,
Till the kingdoms of the world
Are the kingdom of the Lord.

Verse 1

’Tis thine alone, almighty Name,
To raise the dead to life,
The lost inebriate to reclaim
From passion’s fearful strife.

Verse 2

What ruin hath intemperance wrought,
How widely roll its waves!
How many myriads hath it brought
To fill dishonored graves!

Verse 3

And see, O Lord! what numbers still
Are maddened by the bowl,
Led captive at the tyrant’s will,
In bondage heart and soul!

Verse 4

Stretch forth thy hand, O God, our King!
And break the galling chain;
Deliverance to the captive bring,
And end th’ usurper’s reign.

Verse 5

The cause of Temperance is thine own,
Our plans and efforts bless;
We trust, O Lord! in thee alone
To crown them with success.

Verse 1

Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier,
While the foe is spreading woe thro’ the land?
Do you note his rising pow’r,
Growing bolder ev’ry hour?
Will he not our land devour while you stand?

Refrain

Let us arise, all unite!
Let us arise in our might!
Let us arise! speak for God and the right.
Tho’ our numbers may be few,
God will lead us grandly thro’
And our arms with strength endue by his might.

Verse 2

Can you sleep while homes are rent, Christian soldier?
Are not heavens turned to hells by his pow’r?
Mark you not the mother’s sigh?
Hear you not the children’s cry?
See you not their loved ones die ev’ry hour?

Verse 3

Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier?
Satan’s smiling o’er your idle delay.
Thousands perish while you wait,
While you counsel and debate;
Heed you not their awful fate as they stray?

Verse 4

Let us rise in holy wrath, Christian soldiers,
Crush the evil ’neath the heel of our might!
Counting cost, no longer wait;
Forward, manhood of the state!
For in God your strength is great for the right.

Verse 1

O Thou, before whose presence
Naught evil may come in,
Yet who dost look in mercy
Down on this world of sin,
O give us noble purpose
To set the sin-bound free,
And Christlike tender pity
To seek the lost for Thee.

Verse 2

Fierce is our subtle foeman:
The forces at his hand
With woes that none can number
Despoil the pleasant land;
All they who war against them,
In strife so keen and long,
Must in their Saviour’s armor
Be stronger than the strong.

Verse 3

So hast Thou wrought among us
The great things that we see!
For things that are we thank Thee,
And for the things to be:
For bright hope is uplifting
Faint hands and feeble knees,
To strive beneath Thy blessing
For greater things than these.

Verse 4

Lead on, O Love and Mercy,
O Purity and Power;
Lead on till peace eternal
Shall close this battle-hour:
Till all who prayed and struggled
To set their brethren free,
In triumph meet to praise Thee,
Most Holy Trinity.