Stand firm when the ene­my charg­es
Your ranks in all his might,
When sore, in­deed, is the dan­ger,
Which lies in the hot, fierce fight;
Cower not in that hour of con­flict
When the test comes un­to you;
But in that hour of hours
To God, and your­self be true!

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We are sol­diers, sol­diers,
Soldiers of a heav’n­ly king,
We are sol­diers, sol­diers,
And we’ll make His prais­es ring,
We’ll make His prais­es ring for­ev­er.

Stand firm, and not for an in­stant
Let the cow­ard’s thought be yours,
Or the heart that’s weak and trem­bling,
Nor the heart that not en­dures;
But steel your breast to the con­flict,
With cour­age your soul en­due,
And in that hour of hours
To God, and your­self be true!

Refrain

Stand firm, and so shall fal­ter
The ene­my at last,
Grow weak, and yield the con­quest,
And the tri­al will be past;
And so shall glo­ri­ous vic­t’ry
O’er sin come un­to you,
Since you, in that hour of hours
To God, and your­self be true!

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