Stand up, stand up for Je­sus,
Ye sol­diers of the cross;
Lift high His roy­al ban­ner,
It must not suf­fer loss.
From vic­to­ry un­to vic­to­ry
His ar­my shall He lead,
Till ev­ery foe is van­quished,
And Christ is Lord in­deed.

Stand up, stand up for Je­sus,
The so­lemn watch­word hear;
If while ye sleep He suf­fers,
Away with shame and fear;
Where’er ye meet with ev­il,
Within you or with­out,
Charge for the God of bat­tles,
And put the foe to rout.

Stand up, stand up for Je­sus,
The trum­pet call ob­ey;
Forth to the migh­ty con­flict,
In this His glo­ri­ous day.
Ye that are brave now serve Him
Against un­num­bered foes;
Let cour­age rise with dan­ger,
And strength to strength op­pose.

Stand up, stand up for Je­sus,
Stand in His strength alone;
The arm of flesh will fail you,
Ye dare not trust your own.
Put on the Gos­pel ar­mor,
Each piece put on with pray­er;
Where du­ty calls or dan­ger,
Be ne­ver want­ing there.

Stand up, stand up for Je­sus,
Each sol­dier to his post,
Close up the brok­en col­umn,
And shout through all the host:
Make good the loss so hea­vy,
In those that still re­main,
And prove to all around you
That death it­self is gain.

Stand up, stand up for Je­sus,
The strife will not be long;
This day the noise of bat­tle,
The next the vic­tor’s song.
To him who ov­er­com­eth
A crown of life shall be;
They with the King of Glo­ry
Shall reign eter­nal­ly.