Wilhelm E. Arends, 1714; German text
Rise! To arms! With prayer employ you,|
O Christians, lest the Foe destroy you,
For Satan has designed your fall.
Wield God's Word, a weapon glorious!
Against each foe you'll be victorious;
Our God will set you o'er them all.
Is Satan strong and fell?
Here is Immanuel.
The strong ones yield,
With Christ our Shield,
And we as conqueror's hold the field.
2. Cast afar this world's vain pleasures,
3. Wisely fight, for time is fleeting,|
The hours of grace are fast retreating;
Short, short, is this our earthly way.
Then the trump the dead is waking
And sinners all with fear are quaking,
With joy the saints will greet that Day.
Bless God, our triumph's sure,
Tho' long we did endure
Scorn and trial.
Thou, Son of God,
To Thine abode
Wilt lead the way Thyself hast trod.
4. Jesus, all Thy children cherish
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