There are ma­ny calls to war,
There are ban­ners wav­ing high,
Zion’s hosts, arise from far and near!
Throng ye to the bat­tle front,
Halt ye not up­on the way,
For the King of Light shall soon ap­pear!

Refrain

Onward to the fray,
Trusting God to help us day by day.
Ever on­ward as we sing,
To the glo­ry of the Lord our king.

Weapons formed against the Church
Shall not pros­per, saith the Lord,
’Gainst the light that shin­eth as the sun;
But the glo­ri­ous Church of God,
Onward moves from day to day,
And will pros­per while the ag­es run.

Refrain

Zion loved of the Lord,
Lift thy voice and cry aloud,
For the day of tri­umph soon shall come.
Soon the night will pass away,
Soon will dawn the per­fect day,
And the ran­somed shall be ga­thered home.

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