Hi, I'd like to share this translation for the hymn "O Church arise" by Keith Getty/Stuart Townend. I hope it helps someone

Blessings,

Diego
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SPANISH:Levántate Iglesia

Levántate, Iglesia del Señor
cálzate tu armadura!
Pues en Jesús, nuestro Gran Capitán
está nuestra fortaleza
Con el escudo de la fe
al diablo no hemos de temer
Ejército, armado de Amor
ve y alcanza a los perdidos

Es tu misión, al mundo alcanzar
y enfrentar al enemigo
Con fe y valor batalla hemos de dar
la Palabra es nuestra espada
Aunque haya pruebas por doquier
no hay imposibles para Él
Y así tendrá, lo que buscó al morir
una herencia de naciones

Y allí en la cruz de amor y compasión
vemos a Cristo asolado
Mas aplastados yacen a los pies
del Señor sus enemigos
Conquistador, se levantó
es Cristo que resucitó
Se cantará su triunfo hasta que
todo ojo pueda verlo

Por gracia, oh Dios, infúndenos valor
Danos fuerza a cada paso
Danos la fe para el premio obtener
de un siervo fiel y bueno
Las voces de quienes ayer
confiaron en tu provisión
aliento son en nuestro caminar
hasta estar con El por siempre


ENGLISH: O Church arise

O Church Arise and put your armour on
Hear the call of Christ our Captain
For now the weak can say that they are strong
In the strength that God has given
With shield of faith and belt of truth
We’ll stand against the devil’s lies
An army bold whose battle-cry is Love
Reaching out to those in darkness

Our call to war to love the captive soul
But to rage against the captor
And with the sword that makes the wounded whole
We will fight with faith and valour
When faced with trials on every side
We know the outcome is secure
And Christ will have the prize for which He died
An inheritance of nations

Come see the cross where love and mercy meet
As the Son of God is stricken
Then see His foes lie crushed beneath His feet
For the Conqueror has risen
And as the stone is rolled away
And Christ emerges from the grave
This victory march continues till the day
Every eye and heart shall see Him

So Spirit come put strength in every stride
Give grace for every hurdle
That we may run with faith to win the prize
Of a servant good and faithful
As saints of old still line the way
Retelling triumphs of His grace
We hear their calls and hunger for the day
When with Christ we stand in glory