1 Lead on, O King eternal,
the day of march has come;
henceforth in fields of conquest
your tents shall be our home.
Through days of preparation
your grace has made us strong,
and now, O King eternal,
we lift our battle song.

2 Lead on, O King eternal,
till sin’s fierce war shall cease,
and holiness shall whisper
the sweet Amen of peace;
for not with swords loud clashing,
nor roll of stirring drums;
with deeds of love and mercy
the heavenly kingdom comes.

3 Lead on, O King eternal,
we follow, not with fears;
for gladness breaks like morning
where'er your face appears;
your cross is lifted o'er us;
we journey in its light;
the crown awaits the conquest:
lead on, O God of might.