Awake, ye soldiers of the Lord,
With shield of faith and Gospel sword,
The trumpet echoes from afar,
And Zion shakes with sound of war.
Awake! awake! the call obey;
Awake! awake! and march away;
With sturdy blow beat down the foe,
For truth will win the day.
The hosts of sin in dark array,
With haughty front await the fray;
Close up the ranks with sacred glee,
The Lord will give the victory.
Unfurl the banner; lift it high;
Take up the march with battle cry;
Draw out the blade, ye sons of light,
And put the alien foe to flight.
And still the battle rages on,
From morn till night, from dark till dawn;
But God’s elect, to glory sealed,
Will spoil the foe and keep the field.