1  The Lord shall get the glory

    If we will sing His praise,

    And angel hosts will listen

    When we our voices raise;

    The world around will hear us

    Give glory unto God,

    And Satan's hosts will tremble

    And flee our conqu'ring rod.

 2  Our mouth shut up defeats us

    And wins the Devil's smile;

    So why not open battle

    And chase him all the while.

    By "sacrifice of praises"

    And shouts of victory —

    'Twill cost us but our faces

    God's chosen fools to be!

 3  The world has never helped us

    To shout our Savior's praise,

    Nor given Him the glory

    Nor lent one thankful phrase;

    So need we ask permission

    To praise th' ascended Lord?

    Cry out! Release your spirit!

    Much grace He does afford!

 4  O brothers, be not silent!

    O sisters, cry aloud!

    The sound shall tell God's triumph

    And blessings far abroad.

    Now is the time to praise Him,

    Yes now, at any cost!

    O joy in your salvation,

    And in His mercy boast!