1. Rise! To arms! With prayer employ you,
O Christians, lest the Foe destroy you,
For Satan has designed your fall.
Wield God’s Word, a weapon glorious!
Against each foe you’ll be victorious;
Our God will set you o’er them all.
Is Satan strong and fell?
Here is Immanuel.
The strong ones yield,
With Christ our Shield,
And we as conqueror’s hold the field.
2. Cast afar this world’s vain pleasures,
Aye, boldly fight for heavenly treasures,
And steadfast be in Jesus’ might.
He will help, whate’er betide you,
And naught will harm with Christ beside you;
By faith you’ll conquer in the fight.
Then shame, thou weary soul!
Look forward to the goal:
There joy waits thee.
The race, then, run;
The combat done,
Thy crown of glory will be won.