1 Stand up, my soul; shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel armor on;
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where your great Captain Saviour's gone.

2 Hell and your sins resist your course;
But hell and sin are vanquished foes:
Your Jesus nailed them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose.

3 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heav'nly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glitt'ring robes for conqu'rors wait.

4 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.