Soldiers, awake! This is the fes­tal hour;
Forth from the grave the Sav­ior Christ hath ris’n;
Garland the cross with flow­ers and frag­rant wreaths;
The Sav­ior lives, and death no more hath pow­er,

Soldiers, arouse. and ban­ish Lent­en gloom;
Let sac­red joy this East­er morn at­tend;
Jesus hath burst the migh­ty bands of death,
And ho­ly an­gels guard the riv­en tomb.

Soldiers, to pray­er! Kneel first this bless­èd day
To Him, the Lord of hosts, the King of kings;
See on your ban­ner His re­deem­ing cross,
And there your mot­to, Ev­er watch and pray.

Soldiers, to arms! Forth to life’s bat­tle­field,
The Spi­rit’s sword your on­ly trust shall be,
While on your brow sal­va­tion’s hel­met rests,
And Chris­tian faith pro­tects you as a shield.

Soldiers, sa­lute, with Heav’n’s tri­um­phant host,
Jesus, the Prince of Peace, the Con­quer­or!
Yield Him the hom­age due Al­migh­ty God;
Worship the Fa­ther, Son, and Ho­ly Ghost.