Oh, rise my praise and accolade
Return ye from whence ye came
And like an army on parade
March as a Triumph to that Name.
Oh, rise ye banners and unfurl
Victory’s flags that won the day
As incense off the altar curl
I in the Name of Jesus pray.
Oh, rise sweet smoke on Angel’s wings
Up from a gratitude for grace
And many thanks for all the things
Thou has sent to bless this place.
With the saints betwixt two altars
With warm hearts that once were cold
Now past judgment, faith n’er falters
But humbly stands before the gold.