Arise, ye sol­diers of the cross,
To bat­tle for your Lord!
No sloth­ful soul can ev­er wield
His strong, tri­um­phant sword.
His ban­ner floats on high;
Clear sounds the bat­tle cry;
With Him who died to make us free
We march to vic­to­ry!

The sol­diers of this glo­ri­ous king
Receive a rai­ment white,
And stand re­vealed to all the world
As child­ren of the light.
They bear their lead­er’s cross,
Care not for any loss,
And ev­ery need is sa­tis­fied
As they in Him abide.

Be strong, then in your Lord and king,
Put on God’s ar­mor whole;
Be stead­fast in the ev­il day
With true and right­eous soul.
Take up the shield of faith,
And, va­li­ant unto death,
Quench Sa­tan’s ev­ery fie­ry dart;
Your Lord will strength im­part.

With Thee, our cap­tain and our king,
We need not fear the fight;
If Thou dost rule each thought and deed,
We con­quer by Thy might.
Make strong each heart and bold,
Nor let our love grow cold;
Thy faith­ful sol­diers we would be
And share Thy vic­to­ry.