My brother Marci brought this song to my attention on Facebook :). For some reason, music and lyric are a particular vehicle of blessing to me in recent days. It is not always this way. I go for months without lyrics and rather enjoy the instrumentation of God’s creative glory and separately, His word clearly breathed out without interpretation or restatement… but just now I am enjoying His truth re-spoken (in a sense) through His church/body. Often this manner of receiving of His truth goes against my grain, but He is meeting me where I am, growing me, and He proves to me, in this generous expression of grace, how great and faithful and compassionate He is toward His sheep… His church.
O Church Arise…
Do you not hear/feel this call? Is the Holy Spirit not stirring in you… calling you to bring your drooping hands back to their place and to strengthen your weakened knees? We need to pursue healing… sanctification!
O Church ARISE… follow Jesus.
‘follow Jesus, I will follow Jesus. Anywhere He leads me I will follow. Follow Jesus, I will follow Jesus. Anywhere He leads, I’ll go.’
Therefore lift your drooping hands and strengthen your weak knees, and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be put out of joint but rather be healed. (Hebrews 12:12-13 ESV)
O Church Arise… and know that this is not a call to a summer picnic or to games & play, and entertaining programs, necessarily. This is a call to battle… this is the revelry bugle call. The battle is a daily personal one to guard our hearts even as we reach out to those in darkness.
Hear the soft cadence… steady… steadfast… Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain. (1 Corinthians 15:58 ESV)
O church, arise and put your armor on;
Hear the call of Christ our captain;
For now the weak can say that they are strong
In the strength that God has given.
With shield of faith and belt of truth
We’ll stand against the devil’s lies;
An army bold whose battle cry is “Love!”
Reaching out to those in darkness.
Our call to war, to love the captive soul,
But to rage against the captor;
And with the sword that makes the wounded whole
We will fight with faith and valor.
When faced with trials on ev’ry side,
We know the outcome is secure,
And Christ will have the prize for which He died—
An inheritance of nations.
Come, see the cross where love and mercy meet,
As the Son of God is stricken;
Then see His foes lie crushed beneath His feet,
For the Conqueror has risen!
And as the stone is rolled away,
And Christ emerges from the grave,
This vict’ry march continues till the day
Ev’ry eye and heart shall see Him.
So Spirit, come, put strength in ev’ry stride,
Give grace for ev’ry hurdle,
That we may run with faith to win the prize
Of a servant good and faithful.
As saints of old still line the way,
Retelling triumphs of His grace,
We hear their calls and hunger for the day
When, with Christ, we stand in glory.
Words and Music by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend
Copyright © 2005 Thankyou Music