Arise, ye saints, arise!

The Lord our Leader is;

The foe before his banner flies,

For victory is his.

2 Lead on, almighty Lord,

Lead on, to victory!

Encouraged by the bright reward:

With joy we’ll follow thee.

3 We’ll follow thee, our Guide,

Our Saviour and our King;

We’ll follow thee, through grace supplied

From heaven’s eternal spring.

4 We hope to see the day

When all our toils shall cease;

When we shall cast our arms away,

And dwell in endless peace.

5 This hope supports us here,

It makes our burdens light;

’Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,

Till faith shall end in sight;

6 Till, of the prize possessed,

We hear of war no more,

And O, sweet thought! for ever rest

On yonder peaceful shore!