Hark, how the watchmen cry! Attend the trumpet’s sound; Stand to your arms: the foe is nigh— The powers of hell surround. 2 Who bow to Christ’s command, Your arms and hearts prepare; The day of battle is at hand— Go forth to glorious war. 3 See on the mountain top The standard of your God; In Jesus’ name ’tis lifted up, All stained with hallowed blood. 4 His standard-bearers, now To all the nations call: To Jesus’ cross, ye nations bow; He bore the cross for all. 5 Go up with Christ your Head; Your Captain’s footsteps see; Follow your Captain, and be led To certain victory. 6 All power to him is given; He ever reigns the same; Salvation, happiness, and heaven, Are all in Jesus’ name. 879 S. M. Be strong in the Lord. Eph. 6:10. Soldiers of Christ, arise! And put your armor on, Strong in the strength which God supplies Through his belovéd Son. 2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror. 3 Stand, then, in his great might, With all his strength endued; But take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God. 4 Leave no unguarded place, No weakness of the soul; Take every virtue, every grace, And fortify the whole. 5 That having all things done, And all your conflicts past, You may o’ercome through Christ alone, And stand entire at last. 880 S. M. Therefore will not we fear. Psalm 46:2. Give to the winds thy fears, Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. 2 Through waves, through clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way; Wait thou his time; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. 3 Still heavy is thy heart! Still sink thy spirits down! Cast off the weight, let fear depart, Bid every care be gone. 4 Far, far above thy thought His counsel shall appear, When fully he the work hath wrought, That caused thy needless fear. 5 What, though thou rulest not! Yet heaven, and earth, and hell Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well! 881 S. M. Reaching forth. Phil. 3:13. My soul, it is thy God Who calls thee by his grace; Now loose thee from each cumbering load, And bend thee to the race. 2 Make thy salvation sure; All sloth and slumber shun; Nor dare a moment rest secure, Till thou the goal hast won.