1 Rise, O children of salvation,
All who cleave to Christ the head!
Wake, awake, O mighty nation,
Lest the foe on Zion tread;
He draws nigh, and would defy
All the hosts of God Most High.

2 Saints and martyrs long before us
Firmly on this ground have stood;
See their banner waving o’er us,
Conqu'rors through the Savior’s blood.
Ground we hold, whereon of old
Fought the faithful and the bold.

3 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.

4 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.