Stand Up, My Soul

Stand up

my soul

shake off thy fears

And gird the Gos­pel ar­mor on

March to the gates of end­less joy

Where thy great Cap­tain-Sav­ior’s gone.

Hell and thy sins re­sist thy course

But hell and sin are van­quished foes;

Thy Je­sus nailed them to the cross

And sung the tri­umph when He rose.

What though the prince of dark­ness rage

And waste the fu­ry of his spite

Eternal chains con­fine him down

To fie­ry deeps and end­less night.

What though thine in­ward lusts re­bel

’Tis but a strug­gling gasp for life;

The wea­pons of vic­tor­ious grace

Shall slay thy sins

and end the strife.

Then let my soul march bold­ly on

Press for­ward to the heav’n­ly gate;

There peace and joy eter­nal reign

And glit­ter­ing robes for con­quer­ors wait.

There shall I wear a star­ry crown

And tri­umph in al­migh­ty grace

While all the ar­mies of the skies

Join in my glo­ri­ous lead­er’s praise.