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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 |
