| O church arise and put your armor on
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| Hear the call of Christ our captain
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| For now the weak can say that they are strong
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| In the strength that God has given
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| With shield of faith and belt of truth
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| We’ll stand against the devil’s lies
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| An army bold whose battle cry is love
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| Reaching out to those in darkness
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| Our call to war, to love the captive soul
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| But to rage against the captor
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| And with the sword that makes the wounded whole
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| We will fight in faith and valor
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| When faced with trials on every side
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| We know the outcome is secure
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| And Christ will have the prize for which He died
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| An inheritance of nations
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| So Spirit come, put strength in every stride
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| Give grace for every hurdle
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| That we may run with faith to win the prize
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| Of a servant good and faithful
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| As saints of old still line the way
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| Retelling triumphs of His grace
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| We hear their calls and hunger for the day
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| When with Christ we stand in glory
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| O church arise
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| O church arise
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| O church arise
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| O church arise
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| O church arise |