Be an ov­er­com­er—on­ly cow­ards yield
When the foe they meet on the bat­tle­field;
We are blood-bought princ­es of the roy­al host,
And must fal­ter not, nor de­sert our post.

Refrain

Overcome, ov­er­come;
In Je­ho­vah’s might put the foe to flight,
And the vic­tor’s crown you shall wear at last.

Be an ov­er­com­er—He who stands with you
Is a mighty one who is al­ways true;
In the sor­est con­flict you shall win the day;
Face the le­gions dark till they flee away.

Refrain

Be an ov­er­com­er—you are Heav­en’s heir,
And a crown of life you may ev­er wear;
So with cour­age press the bat­tle to the gates,
Till you gain the prize which in Heav­en waits.

Refrain

Be an ov­er­comer—for­ward bold­ly go;
You are strong enough if you count it so—
Strong enough to con­quer thro’ sus­tain­ing grace,
And to ov­er­come ev­ery foe you face.

Refrain