Rise, O Children of Salvation

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.

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.

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.