Rise, Ye Children of Salvation

Rise

ye child­ren of sal­va­tion

All who cleave to Christ the head;

Wake

awake

O migh­ty na­tion

Ere the foe on Zi­on tread;

He draws nigh

and would de­fy

All the hosts of God most high.

Saints and mar­tyrs long be­fore us

Firmly on this ground have stood;

See their ban­ner wav­ing o’er us

Conquerors through the Sav­ior’s blood.

Ground we hold

where­on of old

Fought the faith­ful and the bold.

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.

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.