Stand Up, My Soul, Shake Off Thy Fears

Verse 1

Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel-armour on;
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where thy great Captain-Saviour’s gone.

Verse 2

Hell and thy sins resist thy course;
But hell and sin are vanquish’d foes;
Thy Jesus nail’d them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose.

Verse 3

[What tho’ the prince of darkness rage,
And waste the fury of his spite?
Eternal chains confine him down
To fiery deeps, and endless night.

Verse 4

What tho’ thine inward lusts rebel?
’Tis but a struggling gasp for life;
The weapons of victorious grace
Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.]

Verse 5

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.

Verse 6

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.