Each soul claimed for Jesus Christ, our Lord,
Strikes a fatal wound to darkness’ reign,
A piercing blow, the enemy abhorred,
Falls broken ‘neath the Savior’s holy gain.
Let passion blaze to throng Heaven’s gate,
The gospel’s trumpet sound through every land,
Christ’s name exalted ere the hour grows late,
As prophecy unfurls by God’s own hand.

Maranatha! O Lord, in swiftness come!
Till then, as royal heralds of Your throne,
We wield the faith that renders evil numb,
Bold voices raised where hope and joy have grown.
Victorious, we stand, Your ambassadors true,
Proclaiming light, our triumph’s ceaseless call,
For every heart won makes Heaven anew,
Till Jesus reigns, the King above it all.