| Song | O Brothers Lift Your Voices |
| Album | Epiphany Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | O Brothers Lift Your Voices |
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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.
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;
Who 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 For Evermore.
Still On In Conflict Pressing
On Thee Thy People Call,
Thee King Of Kings Confessing,
Thee Crowning Lord Of All.
