1.

Rise up to battle, woman and man!
Do what you can; conquer new land.
None is too lowly, none is too small.
Go, for the Lord does call!

Chorus:

Blind receive sight; the lame walk and leap!
Pris’ners are freed from bondage so deep.
Tears must be dried; ’tis you God would send.
Rise up and go, my friend!

2.

Many are bound in shackles of sin.
These you can win; quickly begin.
You must tear down each hindrance and wall.
Go, for the Lord does call!

3.

Help you’ve received, so help those in need.
You have indeed truly been freed.
Go therefore out; yes, go in Christ’s name.
Set them for God aflame!

Written in 1956 by Filip Bekkevold (published in 1980)Composed by Karl G. SjölinText © Stiftelsen Skjulte Skatters ForlagNorway ⋅ A