Arise, Young Men, Arise

Arise

young men

arise! Thy Sav­ior’s lov­ing voice

Now bids thee lift thine eyes

and in His life re­joice;

He raised the sleep­ing dead

and made it grand to live;

For thee His blood was shed; all help His arm will give.

Arise! for death is nigh

life’s day is all too brief;

Like light its mo­ments fly

its glad­ness and its grief;

Arise

and take thy part

in God’s tre­men­dous fight;

To arms! stir up thy heart

go forth in Heav­en’s great might.

Arise from dreams of fame

from sen­su­al slum­ber rise;

Keep spot­less Christ’s dear name

thy wealth seek in the skies;

The nob­lest works await thine aid with high re­ward;

And

crowned at glo­ry’s gate

thou’lt meet thy ris­en Lord.