MEN .

Lift up your hearts in solemn days,
Ye daughters of the heav'nly King.

WOMEN .

Our hearts we lift, our songs we raise;
And Jesus is the theme we sing!

MEN .

Jesus! the glorious name revives
Our drooping hearts when troubles rise.

WOMEN .

In him the strength of Zion lives;
In him the pow'r of Satan dies.

MEN .

It was he who hung upon the tree
With pierced hands and wounded side.

WOMEN .

Believing soul, he bled for thee;
For thee the King of glory dy'd!

MEN .

For us he dy'd, for us he rose;
For us, in him, are all things giv'n:

WOMEN .

His own right arm subdu'd our foes;
And now he reigns for us in heav'n.

BOTH .

His bosom is the fountain head,
Which flows with everlasting love.
Let every tongue his praise to spread,
Whose praise employs the hosts above.