Anon.
RISE, oh, my soul, pursue the path
By ancient worthies trod;
Aspiring, 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 of life they owe.
4
Lord, may I ever keep in view
The patterns Thou hast given,
And ne’er forsake the blessed road
That led them safe to heaven.