ARISE, MY SOUL!
Arise, my soul! forsake the shadows dreary,
Where dark and dread battalions line the way;
The grandest heights refuse to make us weary
When we can struggle upward day by day.
Arise, my soul! do swift and valiant battle,
Tread down the foe beneath thy steadfast feet;
Fear not the stern assault, the cannon's rattle,
A moment's failure makes the end more sweet.
Arise, my soul! lo! victory is waiting,
Be not afraid to suffer and to dare;
Push boldly on, no jot of strength abating,
The crown is brighter for the cross we bear.
Arise, my soul! forsake the shadows dreary,
Though dark and dread battalions line the way;
The grandest heights can never make us weary
If we but struggle upward day by day.