O Church of God, Arise!

O Church of God

arise!

Reach out thy help­ing hand

And like a trum­pet let thy voice

Go forth to ev­ery land;

Lay not thine ar­mor down

Nor cease by day or night

To lift the sword of Gos­pel truth

And wield it for the right.

Then arise in thy glo­ry

O Church of God

arise!

’Tis the dawn of the mor­row

That greets thy wait­ing eyes

But cloud and mist and sha­dow

Must all be rolled away.

But cloud and mist and sha­dow

Must all be rolled away.

Before the world will ush­er

In the long ex­pect­ed day.

O Church of God

arise!

Thy bor­ders wide ex­tend

And o’er the earth’s re­mot­est bounds

Thy her­alds quick­ly send;

Thine ar­mies now are great

But great­er they must be

For ev­ery na­tion

ev­ery clime

Shall yet re­joice in thee.

O Church of God

arise!

The grand old chor­al strain

Of peace on earth

good will to man

That rang on Ju­dah’s plain

O’er all the world shall ring

And ec­ho far and wide

And then the King

thy Lord

shall come

And claim His faith­ful bride.