Rise! to arms! With pray­er em­ploy you!
O Chris­tians, lest the foe de­stroy you,
For Satan has de­signed your fall.
Wield God’s Word, a wea­pon glo­ri­ous!
Against each foe you’ll be vic­to­ri­ous;
Our God will set you ov­er them all.
Is Sa­tan strong and fell?
Here is Im­ma­nu­el.
Sing ho­san­na! The strong ones yield,
With Christ our shield,
And we as con­quer­ors hold the field.

Cast afar this world’s vain plea­sures,
Aye, bold­ly fight for heav’n­ly trea­sures,
And stead­fast be in Je­sus’ might.
He will help, whate’er be­tide you,
And naught will harm with Christ be­side you;
By faith you’ll con­quer in the fight.
Then shame, thou wea­ry soul!
Look for­ward to the goal:
There joy waits thee.The race, then, run;
The com­bat done,
Thy crown of glo­ry will be won.

Wisely fight, for time is fleet­ing,
The hours of grace are fast re­treat­ing;
Short, short, is this our earth­ly way.
When the trump the dead is wak­ing
And sin­ners all with fear are quak­ing,
With joy the saints will greet that day.
Bless God, our tri­umph’s sure,
Tho’ long we did en­dure
Scorn and tri­al. Thou, Son of God,
To Thine abode
Tilt lead the way Thy­self hast trod.

Jesus, all Thy child­ren cher­ish
And keep them that they ne­ver per­ish
Whom Thou hast pur­chased with Thy blood.
Let new life to us be giv­en
That we may look to Thee in Hea­ven
Whenever fear­ful is our mood.
Thy spi­rit on us pour
That we may love Thee more—
Hearts o’er­flow­ing. And then will we
Be true to Thee
In death and life eter­nal­ly.