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 son shall be,
Like the thunder of the sea!