1 Let our choir new anthems raise,
wake the morn with gladness;
God himself to joy and praise
turns the martyrs' sadness:
bright the day that won their crown,
opened heav'ns bright portal,
as they laid the mortal down
and put on th'immortal.
2 Never flinched they from the flame,
from the torture never;
vain the foeman's sharpest aim,
Satan's best endeavor;
for by faith they saw the land
decked in all its glory,
where triumphant now they stand
with the victor's story.
3 Faith they had that knew not shame,
love that could not languish;
and eternal hope o'ercame
Up and follow, Christian men!
Press through toil and sorrow;
spurn the night of fear and then,
O the glorious morrow!
|First Line:||Let our choir new anthems raise|
|Title:||Let Our Choir New Anthems Raise|
|Author:||Joseph the Hymnographer, ca. 800-883|
|Translator and Arranger:||John Mason Neale (1862; alt.)|
|Topic:||Christians: Triumph of; Crown of Life; Resurrection and Everlasting Life(1 more...)|