Stand up, my soul; shake off thy fears,
And gird the gos-pel ar-mor on;
March to the gates of end-less joy,
Where thy great Cap-tain Sav-ior's gone.
Hell and thy sins re-sist thy course;
But hell and sin are van-quished foes;
Thy Je-sus nailed them to the cross,
And sang the tri-umph when He rose.
Then let my soul march bold-ly on,
Press for-ward to the heaven-ly gate;
There peace and joy e-ter-nal reign,
And glit-tering robes for con-querors wait.
There shall I wear a star-ry crown,
And tri-umph in al-might-y grace;
While all the ar-mies of the skies
Join in my glo-rious Lead-er's praise.