Captain of Thine en­list­ed host,
Display Thy glo­ri­ous ban­ner high;
The sum­mons send from coast to coast,
And call a nu­mer­ous ar­my nigh.

A solemn ju­bi­lee pro­claim
Proclaim the great Sab­ba­tic day;
Assert the glo­ries of Thy name;
Spoil Sa­tan of his wished-for prey.

Bid, bid Thy her­alds pub­lish loud
The peace­ful bless­ings of Thy reign;
And when they speak of sprin­kled blood,
The mys­te­ry to the heart ex­plain.

Chase the usurp­er from his throne,
Oh! chase him to his des­tined hell;
Stout-heart­ed sin­ners ov­er­come;
And glo­ri­ous in Thy tem­ple dwell.

Fight for Thy­self, O Je­sus, fight,
The tra­vail of Thy soul re­gain;
To each blind soul make dark­ness light,
To all let crook­ed paths be plain.