Hold Fast, You Brave Ones!

The Northern King awakens from his rest
And brings a siege upon a lowly crowd.
He storms the humble homes of the oppressed
And seeks to silence men who can't be cowed.
Behind him stands the dragon, full of rage;
He knows his kingship has approached its end.
He spurs the Northern King to take the stage,
To crush the ones whose faith he's failed to bend.
Though fear may course their veins as they hold fast,
They are prepared to wield God's word in hand.
And though the dragon's force is great and vast,
Jehovah's angels swarm like grains of sand.
 Hold fast, you brave ones! Don't relax your hand!
 For soon you'll see God's army take its stand!