Martin Luther, 1524. 481 L. M. 6 l Awake, Thou Spirit, who didst fire The watchmen of the Church’s youth, Who faced the foe’s envenomed ire, Who witnessed day and night Thy truth, Whose voices loud are ringing still And bringing hosts to know Thy will. 2. Lord, let our earnest prayer be heard, The prayer Thy Son hath bid us pray; For, lo, Thy children’s hearts are stirred In every land in this our day To cry with fervent soul to Thee, O help us, Lord! So let it be! 3. O haste to help ere we are lost! Send preachers forth, in spirit strong, Armed with Thy Word, a dauntless host, Bold to attack the rule of wrong; Let them the earth for Thee reclaim, Thy heritage, to know Thy name. 4. Would there were help within our walls! O let Thy Spirit come again, Before whom every barrier falls; And now once more shine forth as then. O rend the heavens and make us free! Come, Lord, and bring us back to Thee! 5. And let Thy Word have speedy course, Through every land be glorified, Till all the heathen know its force And fill Thy churches far and wide. Spread Thou the conquest of Thy Word And let Thy kingdom come, O Lord! 6. The Church’s desert paths restore; Let stumbling-blocks that in them lie Hinder Thy Word henceforth no more; Error destroy, and heresy, And let Thy Church, from hirelings free, Bloom as a garden fair to Thee. C. H. Bogatzky, 1750; C. Winkworth, tr., a., 1855. 482 7s Soldiers of the Cross, arise, Gird you with your armor bright; Mighty are your enemies, Hard the battle ye must fight. 2. O’er a faithless, fallen world Raise your banner in the sky; Let it float there wide unfurled; Bear it onward, lift it high. 3. Mid the homes of want and woe, Strangers to the living Word, Let the Savior’s heralds go, Let the voice of hope be heard. 4. Where the shadows deepest lie, Carry truth’s unsullied ray; Where are crimes of blackest dye, There the saving sign display. 5. To the weary and the worn Tell of realms where sorrows cease; To the outcast and forlorn Speak of mercy and of peace. 6. Guard the helpless; seek the strayed; Comfort troubles; banish grief; In the might of God arrayed, Scatter sin and unbelief. 7. Be the banner still unfurled, Still unsheathed the Spirit’s Sword, Till the kingdoms of the world Are the kingdom of the Lord. W. W. How, 1854. 483 L. M.