Rise, ye children of salvation, All who cleave to Christ the Head ; Wake, arise ! O mighty nation, Ere the foe on Zion tread. . . . Pour it forth . . a mighty anthem, . . Like the thun - - ders of the sea ; . . Through the blood of Christ our ransom, . .
More than conquerors are we ! . . . More than con querors are we, . . . More than con querors are we ; . . . Through the blood of Christ our ransom, More than conquerors are we.
2. Saints and heroes Jong before us Firmly on this ground have stood ; See their banners waving o'er us, Conquerors through Jesus' blood.
3. Deathless, we are all unfearing, Life laid up with Christ in God ; In the morn of His appearing Floweth forth a glory flood.
4. Soon we all shall stand before Him, See and know our glorious Lord ; Soon in joy and light adore Him, Each receiving his reward.