Church of God, whose con­quer­ing ban­ners
Float along the glo­ri­ous years,
Gathering har­vest rich and gold­en,
Sowed in po­ver­ty and tears;
Onward press, the cross is bend­ing
Far to­ward the morn­ing skies,
Speedy dawn of light por­tend­ing,
Church of God, awake! arise!

Refrain

Church of God, awake! arise!
Christ, your head and mas­ter, cries,
Send the Gos­pel’s joy­ful sound
Unto earth’s re­mot­est bound.

In your cost­ly tem­ples pray­ing,
Let Thy king­dom come, we pray,
Are but words of idle mean­ing,
If with these we turn away.
Boundless wealth to you is giv­en,
From His hand who owns it all,
And His eye be­holds in Hea­ven
What ye ren­der back for all.

Refrain

Grace and glo­ry He hath sent you,
Cast your line in plac­es fair;
Scatter bless­ings now, He bids you,
O’er His green earth ev­ery­where.
Till the mill­ions in the twi­light
Of the far off Or­ient land,
In the gra­cious morn­ing splen­dor
Of the Gos­pel light shall stand.

Refrain