Come, brethren dear, and sisters

Come, brethren dear, and sisters,Although a little band,The victory I 'll assure you,Stand fast with sword in hand;Then wield your sword with pleasure,The battle goes aright;When Israel gained the victory,He fought with faith and might.

How beautiful the garmentsThe bride of Christ doth wear;He offers her rich presents,And crowns her as his heir.He decks her with rich jewels,And crowns her with his love,And by his mighty powerWill carry her above.

I 'll bid farewell to sorrow,To sickness, care, and pain,And mount aloft to Jesus,Forever there to reign.I 'll join to sing his praisesAbove th' ethereal blue;And then, poor careless sinner,What will become of you?