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<h2>O BROTHERS, LIFT YOUR VOICES</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“They shall lift up their voice, they shall sing for the majesty of the Lord.” Isaiah 24:14</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_i_bickersteth_e.jpg" alt="Edward Henry Bickersteth, Jr. (1825-1906)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="143.333333333333" height="175.333333333333"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_i_bickersteth_eh.html" target="_blank">Edward Henry Bickersteth</a>, Jr., 1848.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Llangloffan,” Welsh melody from <em>Hymnau a Thonau</em>, by D. Evans, 1865 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_l_llanglof.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>O brothers, lift your voices, triumphant songs to raise;<br>
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Till heav’n on high rejoices, and earth is filled with praise;<br>
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Ten thousand hearts are bounding, with holy hopes and free;<br>
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The Gospel trump is sounding, the trump of jubilee.</p>
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<p>O Christian brothers, glorious shall be the conflict’s close;<br>
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The cross hath been victorious, and shall be o’er its foes;<br>
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Faith is our battle token; our Leader all controls;<br>
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Our trophies, fetters broken; our captives, ransomed souls.</p>
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<p>Not unto us, Lord Jesus: to Thee all praise be due,<br>
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Whose blood-bought mercy frees us, has freed our brethren, too.<br>
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Not unto us: in glory the angels catch the strain,<br>
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And cast their crowns before Thee exultingly again.</p>
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<p>Great God of our salvation, Thy presence we adore;<br>
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Praise, glory, adoration be Thine forevermore;<br>
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Still on in conflict pressing on Thee Thy people call,<br>
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Thee King of kings confessing, Thee crowning Lord of all.</p>
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