The Christian Warfare

Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,

And gird the Gospel armor on;

March to the gates of endless joy,

Where Jesus, thy great Captain'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.

Then let my soul march boldly on,

Press forward to the heavenly 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.