Awake, Ye Soldiers

Awake

ye sol­diers of the Lord

With shield of faith and Gos­pel sword

The trum­pet ech­oes from afar

And Zi­on shakes with sound of war.

Awake! awake! the call ob­ey;

Awake! awake! and march away;

With stur­dy blow beat down the foe

For truth will win the day.

The hosts of sin in dark ar­ray

With haugh­ty front await the fray;

Close up the ranks with sac­red glee

The Lord will give the vic­to­ry.

Unfurl the ban­ner; lift it high;

Take up the march with bat­tle cry;

Draw out the blade

ye sons of light

And put the ali­en foe to flight.

And still the bat­tle rag­es on

From morn till night

from dark till dawn;

But God’s elect

to glo­ry sealed

Will spoil the foe and keep the field.