O church, a (F)rise

and put your (C)ar mor on,

hear the (F)call of Christ our (C)cap (F)tain.

For now the weak

can say that (C)they are strong

in the (F)strength that God has (C)giv (F)en.

With shield of (Bb)faith

and belt of (C)truth,

we’ll stand a (Dm)gainst the dev il’s (C)lies.

An ar my (F)bold

whose bat tle (C)cry is love,

reach ing (Bb)out to those in (C)dark (F)ness.

Our call to (F)war,

to love the (C)cap tive soul,

but to (F)rage a gainst the (C)cap (F)tor.

And with the sword

that makes the (C)wound ed whole,

we will (F)fight with faith and (C)val (F)or.

When faced with (Bb)trials

on ev ’ry (C)side,

we know the (Dm)out come is se (C)cure.

And Christ will (F)have

the prize for (C)which He died,

an in (Bb)her i tance of (C)na (F)Him.

So Spir it, (F)tions.

Whoa,

whoa,

whoa,

whoa.

Whoa,

whoa,

whoa,

whoa.

Come see

hey, (C)yeah,

whoa.