STAND UP, STAND UP FOR JESUS

STAND UP, STAND UP FOR JESUS

Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross;
Lift high His royal banner, it must not suffer loss.
From victory unto victory His army shall He lead,
Till every foe is vanquished, and Christ is Lord indeed.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus, the solemn watchword hear;
If while ye sleep He suffers, away with shame and fear;
Where’er ye meet with evil, within you or without,
Charge for the God of battles, and put the foe to rout.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus, the trumpet call obey;
Forth to the mighty conflict, in this His glorious day.
Ye that are brave now serve Him against unnumbered foes;
Let courage rise with danger, and strength to strength oppose.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus, stand in His strength alone;
The arm of flesh will fail you, ye dare not trust your own.
Put on the Gospel armor, each piece put on with prayer;
Where duty calls or danger, be never wanting there.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus, each soldier to his post,
Close up the broken column, and shout through all the host:
Make good the loss so heavy, in those that still remain,
And prove to all around you that death itself is gain.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus, the strife will not be long;
This day the noise of battle, the next the victor’s song.
To those who vanquish evil a crown of life shall be;
They with the King of Glory shall reign eternally.

Words: George Duf­field, Jr., 1858. Music: Webb, George J. Webb, 1830 (MI­DI, score). Al­ter­nate tunes: Day of Rest, James W. El­li­ott (1833-1915) (MI­DI, score) Stand Up, Jo­seph Barn­by (1838-1896) (MI­DI, score)

George J. Webb (1803-1887)

‘Stand Up for Jesus’ was the dy­ing mes­sage of the Rev­er­end Dud­ley A. Tyng to the Young Men’s Christ­ian As­so­ci­a­tion…The Sab­bath be­fore his death he preached in the im­mense ed­i­fice known as Jaynes’ Hall, one of the most suc­cess­ful ser­mons of mo­dern times. Of the five thou­sand men there as­sem­bled, at least one thou­sand, it was be­lieved were ‘the slain of the Lord’…The fol­low­ing Wed­nes­day, leav­ing his stu­dy for a mo­ment, he went to the barn floor, where a mule was at work on a horse-pow­er, shell­ing corn. Pat­ting him on the neck, the sleeve of his silk stu­dy gown caught in the cogs of the wheel, and his arm was torn out the roots! His death oc­curred in a few hours…The au­thor of the hymn preached from Eph. 6:14, and the…verses were writ­ten simp­ly as the con­clud­ing ex­hor­ta­tion. The su­per­in­tend­ent of the Sab­bath school had a fly-leaf print­ed for the child­ren—a stray co­py found its way into a Bap­tist news­pa­per, from that pa­per it has gone…all over the world.

George Duffield, Jr.

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DURO, DURA FUN JESU

Duro, dura fun Jesu,
Enyin om’ogun Krist:
Gbe asia Re soke
A jo’gbodo fe ku;
Lat’isegun de ’segun
Ni y’o ma to ogun Re;
Tit’ao segun gbogb’ota,
Ti krist y’o j’Oluwa

Duro, duro fun Jesu
F’eti s’ohun ipe
Jade s’ohun ipe
L’oni ojo nla Re:
Enyin akin ti nja fun
Larin ainiye ota,
N’nu ewu, e ni ’gboiya
Dojuko agbara.

Duro, duro fun Jesu,
Duro l’agbara Re
Ipa enia ko to
Ma gbekele tire:
F’ihinrere hamora
Ma sona, ma gbadura
B’ise tab’ ewu ba pe
Ma se alai de ’be.

Duro, duro fun Jesu
Ija na ki y’o pe;
Oni, ariwo ogun,
Ola, orin ’segun,
Eni t’o ba si segun,
Y’o gba ade iye
Y’o ma ba Oba Ogo
Joba titi lailai…Amin

Source: http://www.cyberhymnal.org/non/yo/durodura.htm (Yoruba)

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/s/t/standufj.htm (English)