Arise, young men, arise! Thy Sav­ior’s lov­ing voice
Now bids thee lift thine eyes, and in His life re­joice;
He raised the sleep­ing dead, and made it grand to live;
For thee His blood was shed; all help His arm will give.

Arise! for death is nigh, life’s day is all too brief;
Like light its mo­ments fly, its glad­ness and its grief;
Arise, and take thy part, in God’s tre­men­dous fight;
To arms! stir up thy heart, go forth in Hea­ven’s great might.

Arise from dreams of fame, from sen­su­al slum­ber rise;
Keep spot­less Christ’s dear name, thy wealth seek in the skies;
The nob­lest works await thine aid with high re­ward;
And, crowned at glo­ry’s gate, thou’lt meet thy ris­en Lord.