by: Keith Getty & Stuart Townend
O church, arise and put your armor on;
Hear the call of Christ our Captain;
For now the weak can say that they are strong
In the strength that God has given.
With shield of faith and belt of truth,
We'll stand against the devil's lies;
An army bold whose battle cry is "Love!"
Reaching out to those in darkness.
Our call to war, to love the captive soul,
But to rage against the captor;
And with the sword that makes the wounded whole,
We will fight with faith and valor.
When faced with trials on ev'ry side,
We know the outcome is secure;
And Christ will have the prize for which He died--
An inheritance of nations.
Come see the cross where love and mercy meet
As the Son of God is stricken;
Then see His foes lie crushed beneath His feet,
For the Conqueror has risen!
And as the stone is rolled away
And Christ emerges from the grave,
This vict'ry march continues till the day
Ev'ry eye and heart shall see Him.
So Spirit, come put strength in ev'ry stride;
Give grace for ev'ry hurdle
That we may run with faith to win the prize
Of a servant good and faithful.
As saints of old still line the way
Retelling triumphs of His grace,
We hear their calls and hunger for the day
When with Christ we stand in glory.