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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'n's 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
momentary anguish.
Up and follow, Christian men!
Press through toil and sorrow;
spurn the night of fear and then,
O the glorious morrow!
Source: Trinity Psalter Hymnal #407
First Line: | Let our Choir new anthems raise |
Title: | Let Our Choir New Anthems Raise |
Original Language: | Latin |
Translator: | J. M. Neale (1862) |
Author: | St. Joseph the Hymnographer |
Meter: | 7.6.7.6 |
Source: | Editors of The New English Hymnal verse 1 based on J. M. Neale ("Christians, come, new anthems raise") |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |