Arise, ye saints, and shout the victory cry!
The Holy Bible, blazing like the sun,
Outshines all gold, all crowns that mortals buy,
Our boundless treasure when the world is done.
No vault can hold what floods from every page—
Eternal riches, wisdom none can steal;
In Christ all treasures shine from age to age,
Our sword, our shield, our joy that wounds can heal.

The words I speak unto you, they are spirit and life—
Not empty breath, but thunder clothed in grace!
They shatter chains, they end the reign of strife,
And raise the fallen to a kingly place.
Rejoice! This Book our wealth, our wisdom, our might:
We conquer death—we live in endless light!