The Christian Warfare

Isaac Watts

 

Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,

And gird the gospel-armor on;

March to the gates of endless Joy,

Where thy great Captain-Savior’s gone.

 

Hell and thy Sins resist thy course

But Hell and Sin are vanquished foes.

Thy Jesus nailed them to the Cross

And sung the triumph when he rose.

 

(What tho’ the Prince of Darkness rage,

And waft the fury of his spite;

Eternal chains confine him down

To fiery deeps, and endless night.

 

What tho’ thine inward lusts rebel

‘Tis but a struggling gasp for life;

The weapons of victorious grace

Shall flay thy sins, and end the strife.)

 

Then let my soul march boldly on,

Press forward to the heavenly gate;

There, peace and joy eternal reign,

And glittering robes for conquerors wait.

 

There shall I wear a starry crown,

And triumph in almighty grace;

While all the armies of the skies

Join in my glorious Leader’s praise.