Rise, ye children of sal­va­tion,
All who cleave to Christ the head;
Wake, awake, O mighty nation,
Ere the foe on Zion tread;
He draws nigh, and would defy
All the hosts of God most high.

Saints and martyrs long before us
Firmly on this ground have stood;
See their banner waving o’er us,
Conquerors through the Sav­ior’s blood.
Ground we hold, whereon of old,
Fought the faithful and the bold.

Fighting, we shall be vic­to­ri­ous
By the blood of Christ our Lord;
On our foreheads, bright and glo­ri­ous,
Shines the witness of His Word;
Spear and shield on battlefield,
His great name; we cannot yield.

When His servants stand before Him
Each receiving his reward,
When His saints in light adore Him,
Giving glo­ry to the Lord;
Victory! our song shall be
Like the thunder of the sea.