1 Rise, ye children of salvation,
All who cleave to Christ the Head;
Wake arise! O mighty nation,
Ere the foe on Zion tread
He draws nigh, and would defy
All the hosts of God most high.

2 Saints and heroes long before us,
Firmly on this ground have stood;
See their banners waving o'er us
"Conquerors through the Saviour's blood!"
Ground we hold, whereon of old
Fought the faithful and the bold.

3 When his servants stand before him
Each receiving his reward;
When his saints in light adore him,
Giving glory to the Lord
Victory! our song shall be,
Like the thunder of the sea!