J-ust get up off your knees,
U-sing your feet on the ground;
L-eft and right both standing
I-n front of our foe's frown.
E-nemy of our faith and hope is roaring loud like a lion;
T-rying to look for a victim to devour into destruction.
B-e brave to face the opponent,
A-nd be strong enough to fight;
R-edouble our efforts to win,
E-ven in the deep darkest night.
J-uly third in the morning, tell the Lord your pleas;
A-llow His hand to carry you, just get up off your knees.
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