87 Rise, ye children of salvation

1 Rise, ye children of salvation, All who cleave to Christ the Head! Wake, arise, O mighty nation, Ere the foe on Zion tread: He draws nigh, and would defy All the hosts of God most high. 2 Saints and heroes, long before us, Firmly on this ground have stood; See their banner waving o'er us, Conquerors through the Savior's blood! Ground we hold, whereon of old, Fought the faithful and the bold. 3 Fighting, we shall be victorious By the blood of Christ our Lord; On our foreheads, bright and glorious, Shines the witness of His word; Spear and shield, on battlefield, His great name! We cannot yield. 4 When His servants stand before Him, Each receiving his reward, Then His saints in light adore Him, Giving glory to the Lord, "Victory!" our cry shall be, Like the thunder of the sea.