ARISE! Then, O ! Army of Gideon,
Let him that is fearful return ;
Jehovah wants only the zealous,
Whose hearts with the love of truth burn.

Ten thousand remain! Still too many ;
Once more He their loyalty proves,
To see who most faithfully serves Him,
To see who most fervently loves.

O! ye, who have sworn Him allegiance,
Mark well! He is now testing you,
With the water of truth He will prove you,
To see who is loyal and true.

Look well to your drinking, then, brother,
That you no impurities trace,
Take your lamp, your pitcher and trumpet,
And stand every man in his place !

Your sword is the "Sword of the Spirit,"
Your lamp is the light from His Word,
Your pitcher, this poor earthen vessel,
You break at the voice of your Lord.

Is your lamp burning bright in your pitcher ?
Doth your trumpet give forth "certain sound ?"
Soon the Sword of the Lord and of Gideon
The enemy's host will confound.

For sure is the victory promised,
And great is the peace He awards -
Then, "stand" in your place, all ye faithful,
The battle's not yours, but the Lord's !