Rise, O my soul! pursue the path

By ancient heroes trod;

Ambitious view those holy men

Who lived and walked with God.

2 Though dead, they speak in reason’s ear;

And in example live;

Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds,

Still fresh instruction give.

3 ’Twas through the Lamb’s most precious blood

They conquered every foe:

And to his power and matchless grace,

Their crowns and honor owe.

4 Lord, may we ever keep in view

The patterns thou hast given,

And ne’er forsake the blessed road

Which led them safe to heaven.