Captain, we look to Thee,
Thy pro­mised suc­cors claim,
Humbly as­sured of vic­to­ry
Through Thine al­migh­ty name;
With fu­ri­ous beasts to fight,
Forth in Thy strength we go,
With all the earth-born sons of night,
With all the fiends below.

Hold of Thine arm we take,
And fear­less­ly march on,
The world, the realm of Sa­tan, shake,
And turn it up­side down;
’Gainst all the pow­ers of hell
Undaunted we pro­ceed,
Resistless and in­vin­ci­ble
Through our tri­um­phant Head.

A suf­fer­ing fight we wage
With man’s op­press­ive pow­er,
Endure the per­se­cut­or’s rage,
Till all the storm is o’er;
Armed with the pa­tient mind
Which in our Sav­ior was,
We bear the hate of all man­kind,
And glo­ry in the cross.

To gain that hea­ven­ly prize
We glad­ly suf­fer here,
And lang­uish in yon op­en­ing skies
To see His sign ap­pear;
His sign we soon shall see,
The Lord shall quick­ly come,
And give the fi­nal vic­to­ry,
And take the con­quer­ors home.