1 Church of God, whose conquering banners
Float along the glorious years,
Gathering harvest rich and golden,
Sowed in poverty and tears;
Onward press, the cross is bending
Far toward the morning skies,
Speedy dawn of light portending,
Church of God, awake! arise!

Refrain:
Church of God, awake! arise!
Christ, your head and master, cries,
"Send the Gospel’s joyful sound
Unto earth’s remotest bound."

2 In your costly temples praying,
"Let Thy kingdom come," we pray,
Are but words of idle meaning,
If with these we turn away.
Boundless wealth to you is given,
From His hand who owns it all,
And His eye beholds in Heaven
What ye render back for all. [Refrain]

3 Grace and glory He hath sent you,
Cast your line in places fair;
Scatter blessings now, He bids you,
O’er His green earth everywhere.
Till the millions in the twilight
Of the far off Orient land,
In the gracious morning splendor
Of the Gospel light shall stand. [Refrain]