Loud to the Prince of Heav’n

Loud to the Prince of Heav’n

Your cheer­ful voic­es raise!

To Him your vows be giv’n

And fill His courts with praise.

With con­scious worth

all clad in arms

All bright in charms

He sal­lies forth.

Gird on Thy con­qu’ring sword

Ascend Thy shin­ing car

And march

al­migh­ty Lord

To wage Thy ho­ly war.

Before His wheels

in glad sur­prise

Ye val­leys

rise

and sink

ye hills.

Fair truth

and smil­ing love

And in­jured right­eous­ness

In Thy bright re­ti­nue move

And seek from Thee re­dress:

Thou in their cause shalt pros­per­ous ride

And far and wide dis­pense Thy laws.

Before Thine aw­ful face

Shall foes in mill­ions fall

The cap­tives of Thy grace

That grace

which con­quers all.

The world shall know

great King of kings

What won­drous things Thine arm can do.

Here to my will­ing soul

Bend Thy tri­umph­ant way;

Here ev­ery foe con­trol

And all Thy pow­er dis­play.

My heart

Thy throne

blest Je­sus

see

Bows low to Thee

to Thee alone.