1 Rise, Hero bold, from Golgotha!
Lift high Thy blood-stained shield,
That sin and death, assailing me,
May to Thy weapons yield!

2 Now wield in wrath Thy gleaming sword,
Smite foes defying Thee!
Repel the dark, infernal horde
From Christendom and me.

3 Safe in Thy hand, shall death no more
With gloom my heart dismay;
Serenely views from life's bright shore
My soul its shattered clay.