Rise, Ye Children Of Salvation,
All Who Cleave To Christ The Head ;
Wake, Arise ! O Mighty Nation,
Ere The Foe On Zion Tread.
Pour It Forth A Mighty Anthem,
Like The Thunders Of The Sea ;
Through The Blood Of Christ Our Ransom,

More Than Conquerors Are We !
More Than Con Querors Are We,
More Than Con Querors Are We ;
Through The Blood Of Christ Our Ransom,
More Than Conquerors Are We.

Saints And Heroes Jong Before Us
Firmly On This Ground Have Stood ;
See Their Banners Waving O’er Us,
Conquerors Through Jesus’ Blood.

Deathless, We Are All Unfearing,
Life Laid Up With Christ In God ;
In The Morn Of His Appearing
Floweth Forth A Glory Flood.

Soon We All Shall Stand Before Him,
See And Know Our Glorious Lord ;
Soon In Joy And Light Adore Him,
Each Receiving His Reward.