Rise! To Arms!

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.