O Church of God, arise!

Reach out thy helping hand,

And like a trumpet let thy voice

Go forth to ev’ry land;

Lay not thine armor down,

Nor cease by day or night,

To lift the sword of Gospel truth,

And wield it for the right.

O Church of God, arise!

Thy borders wide extend,

And o’er the earth’s remotest bounds

Thy heralds quickly send;

Thine armies now are great,

But greater they must be,

For ev’ry nation, ev’ry clime

Shall yet rejoice in thee.

O Church of God, arise!

The grand old choral strain

Of peace on earth, good will to man,

That rang on Judah’s plain,

O’er all the world shall ring,

And echo far and wide,

And then the King, thy Lord, shall come,

And claim His faithful bride.

Fanny Crosby photo