1 Stand up, my soul; shake off your fears,
and gird the gospel armor on;
march to the gates of endless joy,
where your great Captain Savior's gone.
2 Hell and your sins resist your course;
but hell and sin are vanquished foes:
your Jesus nailed them to the cross,
and sang the triumph when he rose.
3 Then let my soul march boldly on,
press forward to the heav'nly gate;
there peace and joy eternal reign,
and glitt'ring robes for conqu'rors wait.
4 There shall I wear a starry crown,
and triumph in almighty grace;
while all the armies of the skies
join in my glorious Leader's praise.
Source: Trinity Hymnal (Rev. ed.) #577