Awake to its call, and obey !
The voice of our Leader cries, On-
Oh, let us no longer delay ! [ward !
No truce while the foe is unconquered ;
No laying the armour down !
No peace till the battle is ended,
And victory wins the crown !
2 Then gird on the sword of the Spirit,
With helmet, and breastplate, and shield ;
And valiantly follow your Captain,
Determined you never will yield !
3 Then forward ! O army of Zion,
With hearts that are loyal and brave !
Stand firm by the Cross and its banner,
And trust in the Mighty to save !