O Church Arise

O church

arise and put your armor on;

Hear the call of Christ our captain;

For now the weak can say that they are strong

In the strength that God has given.

With shield of faith and belt of truth

We'll stand against the devil's lies;

An army bold whose battle cry is "Love!"

Reaching out to those in darkness.

Our call to war

to love the captive soul

But to rage against the captor;

And with the sword that makes the wounded whole

We will fight with faith and valor.

When faced with trials on ev'ry side

We know the outcome is secure

And Christ will have the prize for which He died―

An inheritance of nations.

Come

see the cross where love and mercy meet

As the Son of God is stricken;

Then see His foes lie crushed beneath His feet

For the Conqueror has risen!

And as the stone is rolled away

And Christ emerges from the grave

This vict'ry march continues till the day

Ev'ry eye and heart shall see Him.

So Spirit

come

put strength in ev'ry stride

Give grace for ev'ry hurdle

That we may run with faith to win the prize

Of a servant good and faithful.

As saints of old still line the way

Retelling triumphs of His grace

We hear their calls and hunger for the day

When

with Christ

we stand in glory.