Wake, Brothers, Wake

Wake

bro­thers

wake

The dawn is now ap­pear­ing

Light o’er the earth

Makes all so bright and cheer­ing;

Loud sound the cry—

The conf­lict now is near­ing—

For God and the right.

On to the field

The foe is there be­fore us

Strike for our cause

And sing aloud our chor­us

Point to the flag

That waves in tri­umph o’er us;

Jesus is our king.

March

com­rades

march

The foe is draw­ing near­er

Look o’er the field—

Their le­gions show­ing clear­er

Armed for the fray—

O what have we that’s dear­er

Than God and His cause?

Stand

sol­diers

stand

The foe is grow­ing bold­er

Raise up the cross

And shoul­der put to shoul­der;

Shout for our king

Nor let our love grow col­der

For God and His truth.

Cheer

Christ­ians

cheer

The word at last is spok­en

Hell and its host

No long­er stand un­brok­en

Victory is ours—

Be this our on­ly tok­en:

In God is our trust.