1 Stand up, my Soul, shake off thy Fears,
And gird the Gospel Armour on;
March to the Gates of endless Joy,
Where thy great Captain Saviour's gone.

2 Hell and thy Sins resist thy Course,
But Hell and Sins are vanquish'd Foes;
Thy Jesus nail'd 'em to the Cross,
And sung the Triumph when he rose.]

[3 What though the Prince of Darkness rage,
And waste the Fury of his Spite;
Eternal Chains confine him down
To fiery Deeps and endless Night.

4 What though thine inward Lusts rebel;
'Tis but a struggling Gasp for Life;
The Weapons of victorious Grace
Shall slay thy Sins, and end the Strife.]

5 Then let my Soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heav'nly Gate;
There Peace and Joy Eternal reign,
And glitt'ring Robes for Conqu'rors wait.

6 There shall I wear a starry Crown,
And Triumph in Almighty Grace,
While all the Armies of the Skies
Join in my glorious Leader's Praise.