Jealous hands closed iron doors, Guards took stations on the floors. But midnight held a brighter word, And hinges moved before the Lord. All the words of this life when the dawn turns bright. The gate may close and the council command, But truth must be carried by foot and by hand. We ought to obey God rather than men, The grave could not hold Jesus then. Prince and Savior, lifted above, Giving repentance, forgiveness, and love. We ought to obey God rather than men, Open the door and send us again. The prison was guarded, the locks were secure, But empty within when the officers searched. "The men you confined are teaching once more," And fear walked the council-room floor. The God of our fathers raised Him you slew, Exalted at His right hand, faithful and true. We are His witnesses, the Spirit as well, No threat can unmake what the living ones tell. Gamaliel rose with a cautious appeal: If men made the movement, time would reveal; But if it is God, no council can win, Take care lest the war be against Him. We ought to obey God rather than men, Though beaten and warned, they returned again. Temple by daylight, house after house, They ceased not to teach that Jesus is Christ. The doors opened once, The witness never closed.