Let us now our voic­es raise,
Wake the day with glad­ness;
God Him­self to joy and praise
Turns our hu­man sad­ness;
Joy that mar­tyrs won their crown,
Opened heav’ns bright por­tal,
When they laid the mor­tal down
For the life im­mor­tal.

Never flinched they from the flame,
From the tor­ment ne­ver;
Vain the ty­rant’s sharp­est aim,
Vain each fierce en­dea­vor:
For by faith they saw the land
Decked in all its glo­ry,
Where tri­um­phant now they stand
With the vic­tor’s sto­ry.

Up and fol­low, Chris­tian men!
Press through toil and sor­row;
Spurn the night of fear, and then,
O the glo­ri­ous mor­row!
Who will ven­ture on the strife;
Who will first be­gin it?
Who will grasp the land of life?
Warriors, up and win it!