1 Stand up, my soul, shake off Thy fear,
And gird the gospel armor on;
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone.
2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course,
But hell and sin are vanquished foes;
Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when He rose.
3 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.
4 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.
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First Line: | Stand up, my soul, shake off Thy fear |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Self-Consecration |