Rise, O my soul, pursue the path
By ancient heroes trod;
Ambitious view those holy men
Who lived and walked with God.
Though dead, they speak in reason’s ear,
And in example live;
Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds
Still fresh instruction give.
Say, by whose strength their feeble flesh,
Such various toils sustained;
Say, by what means these heirs of grace,
Immortal triumphs gained.
’Twas through the Lamb’s most precious blood
They conquered every foe;
And to His power and matchless grace
Their crowns and honors owe.
Warmed by the love that stirred their breasts
We shall be heroes, too;
Inspired by equal faith and zeal,
What wonders we shall do.
The world and flesh shall be denied,
Nor shall we dread the cross;
Pleased that our future gains increase,
By every present loss.
Lord, may I ever keep in view
The patterns Thou hast given
And ne’er forsake the blessèd path
That led them safe to Heaven.