Anon.

C.M.

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.