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 banner waving o’er us,
Conquerors through the Saviour’s Blood!
Ground we hold, whereon of old,
Fought the faithful and the bold.

3 Fighting, we shall be victorious
By the Blood of Christ our Lord;
On our foreheads, bright and glorious,
Shines the witness of His Word;
Spear and shield on battlefield,
His great name; we cannot yield.

4 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.

Amen.