Soldiers of the cross, arise!
Lo! your lead­er from the skies
Waves be­fore you glo­ry’s prize,
The prize of vic­to­ry.
Seize your ar­mor, gird it on;
Now the bat­tle will be won;
See, the strife will soon be done;
Then strug­gle man­ful­ly.

Jesus con­quered when He fell,
Met and van­quished earth and hell
Now He leads you on to swell
The tri­umphs of His cross.
Though all earth and hell ap­pear,
Who will doubt, or who can fear?
God, our strength and shield, is near;
We can­not lose our cause.

Onward, then, ye hosts of God!
Jesus points the vic­tor’s rod;
Follow where your lead­er trod;
You soon shall see His face.
Soon, your ene­mies all slain,
Crowns of glo­ry you shall gain;
Soon you’ll join that glo­ri­ous train
Who shout their Sav­ior’s name.