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!