1 Soldiers of the cross, arise!
Lo! your Leader from the skies
Waves before you glory's prize,
Prize of victory.
Seize your armor, gird it on:
Soon the battle will be won;
See! the strife is almost done;
Struggle manfully.
2 Now the fight of faith begin,
Be no more the slaves of sin,
Strive the victor's palm to win,
Trusting in the Lord:
Gird ye on the armor bright,
Warriors of the King of Light,
Never yield, nor lose by flight
Your divine reward.
3 Jesus conquered when he fell,
Met and vanquished sin and hell;
Now he bids his foll'wers tell
Triumphs of his cross.
Tho' the evil hosts appear,
Who can doubt, or who can fear?
God our strength and shield, is near;
Can we suffer loss?