I pledge my spir­it loyal
To the ser­vice of the King;
The pri­vi­lege is roy­al,
In the ser­vice of the King;
I pledge to Him for­ev­er
My lof­ti­est en­dea­vor,
And naught my soul shall se­ver
From the ser­vice of the King.

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In the ser­vice of the King
My sweet­est songs I’ll sing,
While I with joy my powers em­ploy,
In the ser­vice of the King.

There is no joy so holy
As the ser­vice of the King;
There’s room for e’en the low­ly
In the ser­vice of the King;
If all the world but knew Him,
How all would hast­en to Him,
And high­est hon­or do Him,
In the ser­vice of the King.

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In yon­der realms im­mor­tal
There is ser­vice for the King;
We pass the shin­ing por­tal
To the ser­vice of the King;
Amid the glo­ries o’er Him,
Where an­gel hosts ad­ore Him,
I, too, shall stand be­fore him,
In the ser­vice of the King.

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